Open: Louis C.K. Homage
A ten minute writing exercise. Theme: “Someone I Admire”
You know the feeling. When the middle-aged lady in the mall has the same bowl-cut hair as her teenage son and they are slowly eating an orange together in the food court; and his sister is a young branch stripped of everything feminine and so honest and unquestioning in her foliage you know they are never going to find a husband she can love; and the grandfather is yelling instructions across the crowded tables to the father who carries a single tray with one order of fries and two small fountain pops - how are they sharing? And your little cousin with the same almond eyes and the same glossy ebon hair looks up from his Nintendo 3DS and elbows you smirking, and you smirk, laugh a little and half-heartedly chastise him. And inside you sink. Because you love them. And have been taught that everything good in your life comes at the expense of you being able to walk over to them and just say that. And you take a breath and find yourself giggling again anyways.