"You all right?"
I peek at Rico smiling convincingly,
"I-I don't know . . . yeah, I'm good, and you?"
He bumps against me,
"Yeah, I'm good."
I can see the sorrow in his blue eyes. They long for Dily; I know my greens show the same resemblance, but there's nothing we can do about our situation.
It's been nearly a year after her death, and still I feel her presence sometimes, I look away, sniffing softly, trying not to attract attention, I don't want my parent's pity; it gets difficult.
Rico pulls me into an assuring hug, he pats my arm,
"There, there little sis,"
"Shut up Rico,"
He chuckles and start to knoogy my hair,
"Rico, stop it,"
"Well, isn't this nice?"
Rico laughs toward dad, as soon as I finally escape his grip,
"Asshole,"
"You love this asshole,"
I laugh along.
"The schools here are great, I know both of you will make friends quickly,"
We glance at each other and at mom again,
"I guess."
"Yeah, mom, sounds fantastic,"
I knuckle Rico, and he chuckles,
"And I heard they have both your activities, we already picked out both your subjects, just have to pick your extra activities,"
"Great dad, so I can continue playing soccer?"
"And I can keep dancing?"
He nods toward both of us, I have been dancing since I can remember, I may follow mom's footsteps, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Rico took over from dad, since dad got his leg injury in high school, he couldn't continue, so, he pressured Rico in playing, and I know he loves it.