I open the front door.
The sound of a child running down the hall fills my ears as make my way through the entry way. The robust sounds come from the two year old who stops suddenly in front of me. "Hi Nana!" she says with a huge smile on her face and then continues her running down the hall, I believe to be yelling just to hear her own voice. That's my niece-she is full of energy. I often miss that feeling.
I turn into the living room where my younger brother is sitting; playing on his laptop, no doubt World of Warcraft. His fingers are agile as they move across the keyboard. He looks up and acknowledges my presence with a nod. That's how he does it. He often leaves verbal communication at the door. Often he is classified as a listener from the family, although my dad might say something different, perhaps "that boy doesn't listen to a damn word I say" or "I can tell him until I'm blue in the face, he doesn't do anything. He never listens to me." Either way, dad considers him to be la