I chose not to dress up. I figured being myself was scary enough. I told Marie that I would take the kids trick or treating so here I was, in the living room in front of the mirror putting the finishing touches on their costumes. “You put makeup on too Aja?” I had painted all of them up to resemble zombies each with different special effects. I wanted to recreate what my mother used to do for us, well Angel at least because I always had to be the cute stuff; Carebears, smurfs, snorks. I remember being so fascinated with the way she would transform him just from using a $5.00 paint kit she had gotten from the store. I wasn‟t as good as she was but I had managed to make Hope look like shewas crying blood, Dorian‟s neck was tore open, James heart had been ripped out and Tiffany was missing half of her scalp. “I don‟t want to wear it, this is for you guys.” “Pwease?” I had to laugh at her mispronunciation of the word please and once the other kids began to chime in asking me to do it I gave in.
