April 27, 2005Blood & brushI'm breastfeeding Camila, lying next to her on the sofa in my mother's house. Mika comes behind me and starts cutting my arm with a plastic knife. She wants to get to my blood, she says. What are you going to do with the blood?, I ask. Put it in a plastic bag and then throw it away she says. Seems like a waste, I say. A couple of minutes later she comes and starts brushing my hair with the brush from the vacuum cleaner. She's trying to get the knots out, she says. Posted by marga at April 27, 2005 11:54 AM | TrackBack |