Things Seen From the Refrigerator

Do you remember the time you got stung by a bee? I do. Your mom set you on the counter and put some salve on it. I watched with paper eyes from the refrigerator, my drawn smile in place, frozen next to my stick figure family. We all wanted to know if you were ok. After a moment your crying quieted and you smiled, even though there were still tear stains on your face. You leaned forward and hugged mom and looked at me. I waved at you, but you didn't see. We were all glad you were all right, and continued waving from our perch. We've long since been packed away and forgotten, but I just want you to know I still remember.