Baby Kitty-Kat:
âMami?â Kat pulls me from my thoughts, knocking on my open door with one baby fist, and looking up at me with that sad scared expression that refuses to leave his face.
âSi, amorcito? Something you need, precious?â
His mouth opens slightly, and then he shakes his head quickly, beginning to turn around like he might go back out.
Dios. Not this nowâŚ
âDid you wash your breakfast dishes and put them all away?â I say to stop him before he goes.
He halts, looking at the floorboards, and nods mildly, that solemn expression still covering over his pretty face.
âAnd I put the stepping stool back where it goes.â
âThatâs my good baby,â I coo, stooping over to kiss his nose. He smiles just barely, still looking scared at who knows what. But at least his look isnât so sad as it had been.