Monday, February 22, 2010


Aren't her eyes pretty? They belong to my baby baby sister. (as opposed to just my baby sister. I have two of them you see.) I see these eyes all the time. Aw, you think, she must be at her parent's house frequently to see them all the time. Mind you, I am home quite often. But I see those eyes even oftener. Do they haunt me in my dreams? Do I see them every time I close my eyes? Nothing so fine sounding, I assure you. It's because she's a thief. Yup, a thief.
Anything that I own that is a recording device somehow, sometime, when my back is turned, when I least expect it, this little monkey scampers around the house taking pictures of her eyes. Then when I upload my pictures, or flip through my phone photos, or go through my ipod tracks I see a familiar eye looking unrepentantly up at me. Much the same when I confront those eyeballs in living color. I suppose she is right. Whenever I'm missing my baby baby sister, I have many opportunities to pull up a picture and gaze into her eyeballs.