CALLING CARLOS- CARLOS

"Carlos?”

I call for him. He takes out his ear plug 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 its okay to go back to my room?"

Colouring 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 colouring the pages.

"Carlos, hows this?" I turn around to show him my coloured 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. Its shit. I make a face.

"I hate this. Can I have something else?" I ask.

He looks dumb fucked. 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", 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. Closet full of clothes. Games. Books. Colours. 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.