TALKING MUCH?

"Tell me something about you and Car ... umm daddy?" I ask her.

"You can call him Carlos in front of me sweetie. I don't mind. I was 7 and Carlos was 5 when my entire family died. Everything we have today is because of Carlos." She smiles.

I am all intrigued.

"Tell me something about your life back then." She asks me next.

I deliberate if I should lie. Then, intuitively I decide against it.

"I was just done with my final exams at school. I lived alone. No siblings."

"How did your family die?" I ask her.

"Plane crash." She says all solemn.

"What about your parents Sansa?" She asks me next. We have this unspoken pattern of asking each other one question each turn.

"They don't care. They never wanted a child. I was an accident. They travel around the world. We hardly ever talk. They just send me all the money i need." I tell her honestly.

"Aww... " she pulls me in a hug. It’s comforting.

"Why am I a baby here?" I ask her next. I am really confused.

"Well, Carlos is in the dd/lg lifestyle. Do you know anything about it?" She asks.

"Nope." What's that?

"Would you like to surf the internet to find out?" She asks.

"Carlos would not like that, I think." The moment I say that out loud I kick my butt mentally? You dumb bitch. I just had the chance of a lifetime that I lost! What a fool have I become?

She smiles and explains everything to me for the next ten minutes. I am too shocked too respond.

"Are you alright?" She asks me concerned.

I nod.

Just then Carlos enters her room, picks me up, kisses me and says something to Penelope. She laughs.

I look at them.

"Your daddy says he missed you and that it's your naptime baby girl." She translates for my benefit.

I yawn. And they both laugh. I have had too much information to process.

"Next is my turn baby girl. Don't forget." She says as Carlos takes me out.

Instead of taking me to my room, he takes me to his room. He lies down with me in his embrace and picks up the bottle of my milk from his bedside table.

"No milk, daddy." I tell him. I hate drinking milk. Let alone from a baby bottle.

"Sí milk, baby." He says and tries to put the bottle in my mouth. I just face the other side. I do not want the milk.

He turns me around to make me have the milk. I start crying silently. I am overwhelmed after meeting Penelope I think.

He looks startled. And keeps the milk bottle aside. "Hushhh.... lo siente. No milk baby, no milk." He rubs my back.

Just when I am about to drift into a deep sleep I feel him put the bottle in my mouth. I gladly accept the bottle and go to sleep.