The Visitor

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.