"Do you think mom is proud?"
"What?"
"You know, is she proud of us? Of how we turned out?"
Pause. "I…I don't know."
"You knew her. I never got to know her."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"How was she like?"
Smile. "She was very sweet. She smiled a lot, and had the most amazing laugh you'd ever heard."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And her eyes, they were so pretty…"
"Like yours?"
Chuckle. "I guess. Dad used to say I had her eyes."
"I don't look a thing like her."
"No. You look like dad."
"That isn't bad, is it?"
"Of course not!"
Smug look. "Cool."
"We don't look like siblings."
"I think we do."
"Nobody else does."
"So?"
"Mmmmm?"
Scrunched nose. "You're weird."
"And you're not?"
"That's different."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No, it's not."
"It is!"
"Stop pinching me!"
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You pinched me!"
"Oh yeah?"
"OW! DAMMIT!"
"Heh heh."
"Don't ever do that again!"
"What? This?"
"FUCK!"
"Your skin tastes like fruit."
"Stop biting me!"
"What kind of soap do you use? And…hey! That's going to leave a bruise!"
Cocky grin. "You deserved it."
"Fine."
"Fine."
"You're ugly."
"You're dumb."
"You look like shit."
"You act like a dick."
"Don't say that!"
"You're just as guilty. Don't act innocent."
Crossed arms. "I am NOT."
"Stop being annoying."
"Stop insulting me."
Sigh. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry."
Silence.
"I'm sorry too."
"Just don't bite me anymore."
"Don't kick me anymore."
"All right."
"Okay."
"Does that still hurt?"
"Yeah."
Small kiss. "There. That should make it better."
"Like this?" Small kiss.
Quiet laugh. "Yeah."
Hug.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think she would have been proud."
"Yeah. Me too."