You can look at your sister’s shoe and have an epiphany.
Especially if you do not know what the word means.
I did. And did not.
I looked at the tread of her shoe.
It happened when I tripped her just as she was entering her classroom.
I thought it would be funny.
The whole process quite simple.
I am a year older than her.
But it was not! Funny.
Something in the way her notebooks fell forward.
It just was not right.
Something about the nakedness of the look she gave me, as she collected herself.
And no words.
Would have been more OK if there were words, but there were not any.
So it was not OK.
She just looked at me, collected her stuff, and that was enough for me to see God.
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