Mind Soup

I Can feel his chubby fingers. I see his toothless smile as he looks at me. A giggle escapes me, and I look at my mother and tell her “ Mum, he looks funny!” . He frowns at me, only to start smiling again this time grabbing my finger closer to his mouth. I think he’s hungry, otherwise my baby brother is the monster my friends were talking about. Why are babies so small anyways. They can’t talk, so how will I ever understand him. He cannot stand up; he’s always sleeping, what is the use of a baby brother if I can’t play with him. Mum!!! you told me he would play with me. I can see water in his eyes. My brother has water eyes. I think I like him. Mum walks out of the room, I am alone with him. I look at him, touch his blonde hair, poke his nose. He is cute. But I can make him cuter.... I Leave bed and walk to where mum always sits in the morning, I climb her high chair. I MADE IT!! I can smell Roses, Like Mum.I want the red crayon she uses on her mouth. She looks oh so very pretty when...