Mun, my grandmother, was 50 when I was born. It
surprises me to see how she looked at 55, in this
image. To me she was ageless, the giver of hugs and
goldfish and the endless supply of those little turtles
that lived in a bowl with a rock for an island.

I think she is one of the first people that made me
feel loved and safe.

I named her Mun, but I don't know why. Perhaps that
was all I could make out of the word grandmother.
I was called tini, as I think I did the same with myself.
Before I named myself, my mother used to call me
Cristini...