You say and do so much with your eyes, Nino, you know?
Where should I put the plate? Two keen eyes that point out a barely-there space next to your book.
Hidden dad's Harry Potter? The widening and then the quick blinking of the eyes, followed by a smile that reaches the lips later.
Can I get you some more dinner? The easy-to-miss shake of the head with the eyes closed.
The mums at school tell me you've naughty and expressive eyes, that there's a glimmer of mischief there at all times.
At all times, except when you drop me off to work after school. Because then there's a thin film over them, and I take turns guessing if you're sad, hurt, lonely or just resigned to the fate of having a mum who's never around.
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