Showing Her I Care

She was a stranger who needed to tell her story, so naturally she told me. My hazel eyes are my downfall. I do not know how to work them. I don’t know how to ice them or harden them or make them look uncaring. I don’t know how to control my mouth either. I don’t have the uncomfortable smile others do. So, I sit and listen and listen and listen and listen and listen. Showing her, I care while my family rolls their eyes. Icing and hardening their own eyes, because they know how to do it. They are wearing the uncomfortable smile I can’t do too. They are wishing she would take our order, so we could eat. I can feel them glaring at me.