Melosa; Romeo’s older sister’s point of view…
Somewhere Just Outside Madrid, Spain…
“No mama! I don’t want to get dressed!” Chichi, my youngest daughter protested, as I tried to get her dressed for the day.
“Chichi if you don’t get dressed, then papa won’t take you to the carnival today and you will miss all the ice cream your father is going to buy for you and your sisters.” I told her as she ran circles around her bedroom, trying to avoid me. The moment I said ice cream though, she stopped dead in her tracks and let me dress her.
Just as I finished dressing her, the doorbell rang.
“Yay! Papa is here!” Chichi cheered. She then ran like the speed of light out of the bedroom, all the way downstairs. Remembering that Romeo told us never to allow any of the children answer the door, due
