In the corner of my eye
The last time I was at the drumming circle a woman was there with a little boy who I had seen earlier at a film showing. I asked who she was because her little boy is so cute and was told that she had asked about me too and not in a bad way, like a lot of African Americans might because you are a white woman with a dark skinned child.
This morning I saw a little boy that looked just like the one from the drumming circle and he was on a little bike and his mother was running to keep up behind him and he was yelling, “Mommy. Mommy. Come on.”
He sounded so much like Tin I wanted to board the next plane home.