-"You know what?" she says. I shrug and answer, no. She likes
when you pretend you don't know anything, even if you do. She's like that,
Miyako.
So she starts talking, about her day and what it was like. She talks a
lot, babbles endlessly about what she did, and whom she talked to, and it never
bugs me. She's like that, Miyako.
-"You know what?" she says, and I don't even think about
sighing and answering, yes, I do. I just bend forward to listen better, and I
see the sparkle in her eyes, and I see how she likes being in the spotlight, in
the center of everyone's attention. She's
like that, Miyako.
So I listen, stopping her only when her speech becomes jerky and too
technical, when she starts moving her hands in wide motions around her body,
knocking things off shelves, when she starts yelling without noticing. She's
like that, Miyako.
She calms down after a while, and smiles down at me. "So, she asks.
How was your day?", and I usually don't answer, because I know my speech
will sound awkward and fake next to hers. I just shrug and say it was alright,
and she smiles another time before starting to talk again. She's like that,
Miyako.
-"You know what?" she says, and I say, no, I don't, and it's
the truth. You never know with Miyako. So she smiles again and tells me she
loves me. Just like that. So I smile back, and answer "Me too" She's like that,
Miyako.