A few weeks ago I was having dinner at my brother's house, my five year old niece Lina sitting to my left. The two of us were laughing over a joke I'd made when her eyes fell on the inside of my right wrist and stayed on it as I lifted my pizza to take a bite. For a moment she looked like was considering something and then said "Aunt Samantha...your tattoo is still there."
"That's because she hasn't taken a bath yet," my brother said. When I'd first gotten that tattoo I'd tried to explain to Lina that it was like a drawing that's permanent, but she wasn't even four at the time and I'm not sure when kids begin to grasp the concept of forever. From what I can recall of being that age I knew that I'd keep advancing to the next grade in school and the excitement of birthdays would come every year, but it was my understanding that absolutely everything else was going to stay the same. I was my only time marker for those years before things around me did start to change.
Earlier in the evening Lina had given me her review of Madagascar 2: It was good, but she had to hide in the next room during some scary parts involving a dam and a volcano where characters either died or might die.
"When did she learn about death?" I asked my brother after dinner, when my niece and nephew were off to bed.
"I'm not sure when exactly but it was around the time she started going to Sunday school. One day she came home with a drawing she'd made of Jesus on the cross. She explained his situation and there was a big frown on his face."
AA Bondy - Rapture (Sweet Rapture)
Glasser - Glad (Delorean remix)