My face is covered in freckles. I rarely wear make-up b/c I usually have an allergic reaction. My lips are chapped. My hair is thrown into a loose braid. Her hair hasn’t been brushed, her shirt is stretch out of shape from wear. Her nose is running as her cold struggles to hold on.
This is us. Together. Sharing a moment. And I love it.
An instant later hair is brushed, nose is wiped, chap stick is applied because I didn’t even realize the state of us until after I snapped the picture