My Eyes were Cameras

Yesterday I saw my Indian neighbors running down the exterior stairs of their apartment house. I asked them about our neighbors who I hadn't seen in 2 months. "They are back, they came home Sunday" the older boy said smiling. He missed them too. They knocked on their door and the third Indian boy answered with his mom.
"Welcome back! Glad to see you," I said
"We were visiting my family in India." she said
Did you see your mother father sister brother?
Yes, all of them, she said.
Lily jumped up to their porch to be pet. We were all enjoying the moment.
I have to run to a meeting at City hall but I will see you soon," I said.
"Where is City Hall?" The older boy asked.
Do you know the Stadium Theatre is Downtown?
"Yes."
"It's a few blocks up from there, next to the little park," I said.
I stood looking at the three boys with their amazing smooth cocoa skin and big brown eyes and long eyelashes as they were standing on the porch in their flip flops. My eyes were cameras.