I have this peculiar memory of my mother. It was when I was very young, no more than five. There was some sort of festival in my hometown, I can't remember what sort. I had insisted to my mother that I be allowed stay at the festival and play with the other children, but she had grown tired and wanted to head home, noting that I had dirtied my face while playing. When I refused to come home to clean myself, she knelt down, pulled up the sleeve of her expensive new dress, and wiped the dirt from my face. Even now i'm awestruck by the gesture. I only came home late after the sunset that night, when Sendus called my name from the front door.