Mama, look at the sky. Is that your favorite color? I look up at a blue that's deep and soft at the same time, so cold my teeth ache, so close I could wrap it around my shoulders. I'd shiver and smile. Yes, that's exactly it. I look into her face. She's gotten so tall.
I want to ask her, do you remember when I held you in the crook of my arm and you looked behind my eyes and I wondered how many of my features you could make out?
Now she can see better than I can.