At the Library:
The Brother:[lol]"Don't you mean it's Harry, Ron and Hermionie?"
The Brother:[comes to the window and starts talking to me with crumbs all over his face; he gestures towards mom sleeping] "One time I almost got a picture of mom in her sleep, but unfortunately the flash woke her up"
[we exchange smiles]
Me: "He comes to her window and grins at her. He tells her stories about incrimidating photos that he may or may not have taken of their mother. She can't help but smile back at the maturity of his speech while there're crumbs all over his face from the dinner he just had; crumbs that give away his youth. That's my 11-yr-old brother"
The Brother:"Wow! You should become a writer!"
Me:"That's what I thought too..."
The Brother:"That was actually like a poem..."
Signing off, until next time folks!
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