Seshu Brahma, Ester Sim, Shawn Huang
My grandmother used to tell us the tale of the Weeping Woman. The best story is the one that there used to be a women in Mexico whose children died of hunger. Because she couldn't bear that they were dead, she dumped them in a river and then drowned herself, too. Since then, her soul has been traveling the land, looking for her children. She crossed the street from our house and found a waste land with spiders, snakes, and who knows what other things. My parents told us "if you go there, she is going to get you." In my imagination, the street turned into the river where the Weeping Women drowned her kids. I used to imagine the kids floating down the river and that she was trying to get them.