I can’t control my face when I think of you. I sit there like a fool, looking like someone with indigestion. A happy person with indigestion. Squeezing my face, trying hard not to smile.
I think of all the little things. Like that time I made you walk to my school. You said you could, but alas, Master, the axe was borrowed. Lol, why did you even keep walking? We could have stopped a cab.
Remember that ice cream you bought for me to celebrate my 3rd year of going natural? I couldn’t eat it. The pain in my teeth was so bad, I shared it all. But my smile still comes when I think of it.
I get that goofy smile when I eat cashews dipped in ketchup. Who does that? You have the weirdest taste and now I do too. Maybe, even more than you.
When I heard you speak Spanish, goofy smile. I remember you dancing, goofy smile. I remember you serious, goofy smile. You eating cashews in ketchup, goofy smile. You eating, goofy smile. You, goofy smile.
Pinky says she has never seen me this happy. I don’t know what she is talking about. But I know you make me smile and true smiles cannot be contained.