The fact she can never tell my twin sisters apart.
How she doesn’t like my eggplant lasagne.
She’s got a higher high score in Peggle than me.
The way she never flattens bottles when tossing them out.
That despite years of living with an engineer, she can’t
understand even basic scientific principals.
Her ‘Bad Hair Day’ hat.
Her habit of checking our horoscopes every day and then
reading them out to me.
That little sigh she makes every time after sex.
The way she impulsively runs after stuff that is blown out
of my hand without looking around.
Her death.
No comments:
Post a Comment