Calling Carlos- Carlos
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"Carlos? "
I call for him. He takes out his earplug and looks at me.
"Daddy." He says.
What? Is he chatting with his dad? Did I disturb him?
"Sorry to disturb you while you are chatting with your dad but I wanted to know if it's okay to go back to my room?"
The coloring is .. I haven't done it in the longest time ever.
"Me daddy." He says.
Is he someone's dad? Is he talking to his kid?
I roll my eyes.
"No." He says. What?
"What?"
"No do that." He says.
"Do what?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes.
"Umm okay," I say.
He goes back to his phone.
"Carlos .. Can I go?"
"Daddy!" He says.
Fuck my life. Really Christ. What did I do to deserve this! With nothing else to do I actually start coloring the pages.
"Carlos, hows this?" I turn around to show him my colored page, proudly.
He ignores me.
Well, I think it looks pretty.
After a while, he picks me up and we go to the kitchen table. Somehow the lunch's already ready.
His food looks lovely. Its steak and salad.
He sits me on a chair and my food is some soup.
I hold the spoon to start eating and he holds my hand and keeps it at my side again.
He feeds me a spoonful of soup. It is s**t. I make a face.
"I hate this. Can I have something else?" I ask.
He looks dumbfucked. Obviously, he is unable to understand.
He puts another spoonful in my mouth.
I shake my head and say "no."
He nods his head and says " Sí" (yes), and almost forces the food in my mouth. After the entire bowl is done he starts eating his steak and salad and gives me a few baby bites to have.
He wipes my mouth and his and carries me back to my room, where I am put to bed for a nap. I pretend to be asleep and once he leaves the room I get up and try to look around for anything that can help me. Phone? Internet? Anything to help me communicate to my friends or family. I jump off the crib and fall on my bum. Ouch!
My room has everything suitable for a baby's room. Every darn thing. A closet full of clothes. Games. Books. Colors. Toys. Bibs. Diapers. Binkeys. You name it and its there. But nothing that can help me.
I turn around to see Carlos standing by the door and looking at me. But he does not look angry. He looks amused.
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