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.
◆ A recognition
They never met.
They shared this.
Tell me something about your mother's hands. The smell, the shape, what they did.
Helga Weber
My mother's hands were rough from doing the laundry, but in the evening when she stroked my hair they felt soft. They smelled of lavender.
Two voices. One memory. Recorded 0 days apart.