Like poets nostalgic for the world outside their window, looking out and looking in, lost in reverie.
Smiles like pianos with a few missing keys.
Falling down laughing at jokes meant only for one another.
Waking up from a nap and rapping loudly on the bedroom door to let us know you’re up.
Flexing your index fingers and whispering “charka, charka” every time you catch sight of our cameras resting on the shelf.
Holding onto mami while you sleep, like pilgrims to their prayer.
Olin and Luca, we will always be in your debt: we gave you life and you returned it twofold.
You arrived; we became.