I’m dragged inside the store, my mom in heaven shopping for curtains. This is so boring I thought. I hate shopping. My mom takes forever. She does this to torment me. Her hand holds a tight grip on mine. She doesn’t want to lose me, so I sulk and wondered how long this is going to be.
Suddenly I hear someone crying. I look to my right and I see a little girl. She dropped her icy and wants her mommy. But a man comes to her rescue. He bends down low and whispers in her ear. Whatever he said made her stop. He looks at her with affection and gently kisses her cheek. She cries “Papi!” he smiles and cuddled her close.
I feel sad and yet envious. I tug on mommy hand. She looks down on me and says, “What is it?” I respond “Mommy do I have a daddy?” her eyes widen “Of course you do!” I’m confused and say “Then why isn’t he here?” her face scrunches tight with anger then shifts to sadness. Why is mommy sad? “When your older baby you might understand but just know your father loves you no matter what.”
I still don’t get it but I accept her answer for now. I look to my right and the girl and her father are gone. Mommy is calling me. I block it out as I look at the empty space. Mommy where is my daddy? I thought silently. “Sweetie?” I look up. Mommy looks sad again. As she was about to say something a man bumps into her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mea… Carmen?” the man says. Mommy is surprised. She is shaking. Suddenly she place me right behind her so the man cant see me.
“Emmanuel what are you doing here?” The man responds, “ Is it such a crime for me to be here?” Mommy squeezes me tight. “ Of course not, I will be leaving then.” Mommy turns to leave but the man grabs her. Gasp how dare he touch my mommy! The man doesn’t see me coming until I end up biting his arm really hard. “OW!” I’m so mad. “Ashley!” mommy cries. “Let him go” I don’t stop; I swear I look like a pitbull chewing up their toys. The man snatches his arms back. He is bleeding. The damage is done. He glares at me and I hold my ground. Mommy tries to pull me away. But its too late the man is staring. Why is he looking at me like that? “Carmen…is she mine?”
Mommy whimpers. “Please don’t do this.” I frown, what is going on? A hand brushes my cheek. I was startled by the contact. The man is touching me. He has tears in his eyes. I step back. “She looks like me.” He said. His words made me pause. He has dark hair like me. He has light brown eyes like me. He has two deep dimples like me. Could he be?
