My father spilled some of the left over food we brought back from the restaurant on his black coat. He was checking the mail like he always does when the box of food accidentally opened. I laughed as I poured the clothes softener into its container. My sister was laughing in the living room and my mother joined her from my room. It was a silly thing to laugh about, but we enjoyed it.
We make each other laugh and cry. Our life has been up and down. We’ve been apart and back together again. But one thing has never changed: our sense of humor.