Especially during that obscure hour when for once, you laughed. Genuinely. You never laugh. Well, you do. Just never with me. But for some reason, we couldn't stop cracking each other up. It was a strange sensation.
Then today, I stood by and looked on with amusement at your awkwardness. You were acutely aware of my presence. I could tell by the way your eyes flickered towards me, never quite reaching. But after the camera snapped, you looked at me with a sly, sarcastic smile, and I could hardly contain my amused grin. You asked a question and then busied yourself with rearranging objects on the table. I was about to leave when your mother approached you, and before she left, you leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
I knew you loved your mother.
I turned and departed before you could turn and see if I'd witnessed your momentary slip of emotion. I'd reveal it later, of course, that I knew your secret. But for now, I'd let you think no one had seen.
My day, however, was made.
No comments:
Post a Comment