When we first moved to America, we didn’t have much, but what our mother did have, she cherished.
And, like most girls growing up, we wanted to look just like our mother—our Eritrean Queen. We wanted to wear her eyeliner, paint our nails ruby red, be draped in ornate East African jewelry and put on the most elegant waist hugging Zuria. Our mother was our Goddess and she still is!
Years later, things haven’t changed much, and during Thanksgiving vacation, we raided her closet and snapped pictures in the backyard pretending to be her.
It’s funny…though our mother has adapted to the American culture, works tireless hours as a nurse, and wears a uniform everyday, she still hasn’t forgotten the African Queen that lives inside of her.
Feven & Helena #twinship
P.S. Our mother doesn’t wear 3 piece 24k gold jewelry, traditional dresses and tiaras to the grocery store – just on special Eritrean occasions.