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�Luminescence� by Francis Kim
Love shouldn't be just a practical thing
That's not what love's all about
I know that they'll keep on saying
That everyone's playing
But someone's always out
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My brother makes me laugh. I was making a turkey, egg, and cheese grilled sandwich for dinner and asked him if he wanted one. He didn�t respond so I took that as a no. Then when he actually saw me eating mine, he had the nerve to say, �Yo. Where�s mine?�
�You didn�t answer me when I asked you. So no sandwich for you.�
�Woman. Go make my sandwich now.� He smiles.
�Excuse me. What did you say? You wanna get hurt?�
He laughs his goofy laugh. He laughs because he knows he�ll get a reaction out of me (and because he knows I�ll hurt him if he was being serious. But really, I'm not a violent person).
So out of pity for the poor boy, I end up making him a sandwich. But after taking one scrumptious bite he orders, �This is what I want for dinner every night. Make sure it�s ready by the time I get home.�
I�m about to slap him silly at this point.
�Boy, you don�t want me to go over there and hurt you.�
He laughs his goofy laugh again, and of course, I'm laughing as well.
He goes out later with friends and when I check my phone at 1:10am, there�s two messages. One from my former employer, following up on the status of clients I had been working with. Oops. He called during the afternoon and I hadn�t bothered to check my phone. The other from my brother, left approximately at midnight. Tears were streaming out my eyes because I was laughing so hard. I would share the message with others, but no one else would really get it. Half of it was in his own language which he�s developed over the years (so it would require translation on my part) and because the other half was just stupid inside jokes no one else would get. If someone had seen me, s/he would have thought me a madwoman for laughing so hysterically.
Let�s just say there are some days I can�t believe we�re related. He�s way too goofy to be a part of my family. Like some little 4-year-old caught in the body of a 6 ft giant with a big head. Haha. My brother cracks me up. And my best friend finds him absolutely hilarious. Practically laughs at anything and everything that comes out of that boy�s mouth. I always have to tell her not to do that, otherwise it only encourages him to act that way. But it made me think about how thankful I am for him in my life. And for tons of other things.
So God, thank you for my brother, the biggest goofball I know. Thank you for my sister, who in her very own peculiar way, shows how much she cares. Thank you for parents who are supportive and loving. Thank you for amazing friends who know how to brighten up dreary days. Thank you for wonderful music and the ability to express oneself through song. Thank you for laughter and smiles. Thank you for popcorn Jellybellies (regardless of how detestable others find them). Thank you for random acts and words of kindness. Thank you for inaccurate meteorologists and for not letting it snow here (I hate the snow). Thank you for this trip to San Diego and please don�t let it rain. My pale skin is in dire need of some sun. And thank you for awesome Cali friends with great advice and helpful information on San Diego and L.A.
And on that note, I have errands to run pretty much all day before I head out early Thursday morning. Until next time, take care.
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