"Yes, but I'm hungry. Can you make me hot chocolate, please?"
"Jesús, leave your sister alone."
"It's fine, Pa." I said, pulling up my hair.
"Can I help you?" He asked, getting out of the pot.
"You better pick up your legos before your sister finishes, or I'll vacuum them."
"Chill, I'll do it now." Jesús ran out of the kitchen.
"We should check his eyes. He might need to wear glasses."
"I don't think so, his vision is perfect, like mine."
"Well, mom wore glasses, and I've been wearing glasses since I was five years, so. We don't know, it might be in his genes..." I said, taking the milk from the fridge.
"I guess you're right."
"Tell me when I'm not, Pa... Oh, by the way, don't forget he has an appointment with the dentist this week." His mouth has been hurting as well. Maybe hi
