Invisible

“Hey Liza, whatch’ya doin’ Liza, huh? Huh? Huh?”

“Get OUT Jordan!” I yelled, my thrown shoe thudding against the quickly closed door. As it opened again, my little brother Jordan said,

“But Liza, you promised to take me to the park!” As my other shoe misses his head by inches, I holler,

“I said GET OUT!!!” Once he shuts the door I walk over to lock it and retrieve my riding boots, but I stop. I hear him crying his big, innocent blue eyes out. I sigh, and slowly I open the door. Crouching down to his eight year old level, I sigh again as I take him into a big bear hug.