Through the eyes of a child

This head was a gift from the Congo around about 1965 when my aunt, Sr. Julie, was a missionary. Our house had various bits and pieces that she brought home with her on the few times she was given leave. MJ has loved this head and I don't mind him touching it and giving it a wee cuddle. Today he was moving it along the window ledge when he turned and told me this face is like his Daddy!