He runs over to me
His red shoelaces flapping
The ones I always tell him to tie
But he never listens,
His puffy curly hair bobs over his eyes as he runs
His flared faded jeans that my mom bought him from Goodwill
Tangles up with his small fast legs
He is saying my name, in his high pitch voice
But I am pretending not to hear
I am with my friends
We are talking
We are giggling
A five year old kid has no room for our pleasures
I have already given him an icecream
Vanilla, which is dripping down his face
I can see him from the corner of my eye
But I don't turn my head.
I shift my body back to my girls,
Twirl my hair, hoping that I'm liked...
Suddenly there is a yell, a scream.
The girls gasp and point.
I finally turn around
But by the time I do
It's too late
My brother goes flying
Crashes into a wall, hard
His icecream cone spirals in the air
Lands on his head.
It looks so random to me,
And the girls are standing there,
So I open my mouth
And I laugh.
My brother looks up at me.
It's like his brown eyes are spilling over,
It was such a look that I was overwhelmed, and I turn away.
He cries, hard.
The girls glare at me. "How can you laugh at a baby like that? What is wrong with you?"
My heart drops,
What IS wrong with me?
I turn and start walking faster and faster away from the food court,
I hear my brother screaming my name.
I let the girls tend and soothe my brother,
I don't turn around.