I was born into a big and loving family. My dad was 1 of 15 and my mom 1 of 5. I was raised by my parents and a number of titas and titos—all of which l loved and feared equally, and all of which I knew loved me fiercely.
Over the past few years, it seems like I’m losing a lot of those titas and titos that raised me. These two bears were made for my cousins who lost their parents to COVID-19, during a time when a majority of people (including me) had decided they were “over it”. What a reminder that our own reality is not everyone’s reality. The bears were made with fabric from my titas dusters. ♥️
