She came with a bright pink suitcase and an iPod. She forced me to listen to her music — some of which I actually liked. She picked up/touched/played with anything that caught her eye. She questioned everything, gave me instructions on how to drive, and even presumed to tell me how I was thinking and feeling. She watched the same movie twice, and one particular scene in that movie at least 20 times. She took over 500 pictures (and used up 2 sets of batteries) with my little Cannon A560. Most of the pictures were of me doing something embarrassing.
She left with a bright pink suitcase and an iPod. I am sitting here in my very, very quiet and peaceful house — wondering why it is that I miss her.