My sister told me she was going to have her eyelids done. She wanted to see better. She felt the shades where halfway down with our family inherited droopy eyelids. I wrote her back saying, “that is great, not only are you going to see better, you are going to see more.“ I haven’t heard from her. I don’t know if she is going to laugh or stop talking to me again.
By: Eugenio Zorrilla