Maria du Toit
I remember my mother's hands smelled of soap and dough. When she hugged me, I always smelled her. Hands that smelled of work, of home.
◆ A recognition
They never met.
They shared this.
Tell me something about your mother's hands. The smell, the shape, what they did.
Sarie Coetzee
My mother's hands were small but strong. She always smelled of earth and herbs, especially in summer when she worked in the garden. I remember her hands on my hair.
Two voices. One memory. Recorded 0 days apart.