Recently I’ve been looking around a lot more and locking on to things. The most common targets of my long gazes are Mommy and Daddy. When they talk to me and play with me I just stare at them. If one of them walks by I lock on to them. My stares can be unsettling at times, but I intend for them to be flattering. I find the object of my gazes to be objects of my affection. I hope it doesn’t reflect upon me poorly that I stare at myself a lot in my mirror.