Monday, 30 September 2019


my dad has dementia. Sometimes he forgets our faces. But he never forgets the taste of a banana on his tongue.

There is a banana tree near our flat. It is in someone's garden. One day when I was wheeling him out for some fresh air he saw it and asked our maid and me to pluck the bananas for him. Of course he didn't care if they belonged to someone else. Here I drew dad with my sister. :)

No comments:

Post a Comment