I wake up and I am alone in the room. I have a runny nose. What! Already? My eyes burn and my throats kinda sore. I shouldn't have had that many ice creams! What am I, f*****g four? I internally admonish myself. I get up and go downstairs to look for daddy. I mean Carlos!
He is not in my room, in the kitchen or in the living room. I roam about the house trying to look for a phone to call back home. f*****g there is not one phone or computer in the house! There are other rooms as well that I am afraid to look into. I sneeze. And Carlos appears out of thin air! He picks me up. He hates to let me walk, I suppose.
"Mierda. Estas mal!". I nod, not understanding s**t. He pulls out a phone from his pocket and dials a number and starts talking really fast over the phone. Once he is done, he kin
