week fifty-two

Now that you’re older, the house is pretty quiet during Christmas break.

For hours you play your video games in the other room, or sit upstairs in your bedroom, texting friends or watching Youtube on your phone. Some days go by and I swear I’ve seen you for twenty minutes.

When I call you into the kitchen for the hot chocolate and card games you used to love, I can hear your eyes rolling. But still you come in,

you sit, you sip, you play, and I can see you still, seven or eight years old. I hope you can still see me too, as that best version of myself, even if for only twenty minutes.