37/52 Sun


This weekend I leave my daughter for the longest time I ever have, two whole days and nights, teaching us both that the sun is always there, even when it disappears behind the clouds.






New York



When I was little all my suns were red, because that was the color of the sun in China. Little did I know then that the rising red sun was a symbol of the revolution in China, and that the sun in the West tend to be yellow.

Years later, here I am, watching my daughter draw two suns, one yellow and one red, unknowingly making sure that the pieces of culture and history that made her are equally represented.