It all started eight years ago... the day I noticed how blessed I was to have known her from such a young age. I've always wanted to make her happy.
"Uh...I messed up again!" I threw myself on the nearest couch.
"What's wrong, Yego? Is it that Dubois girl again?" My mom walked in the living room holding a bag of chips.
"Hola mamá, yes, she's making me go loco." I reached my hand out to signal that I also wanted some.
"Just tell her you like her, ugh you boys are so complicated you know. Back in my days, boys used to be straightforward." She blurted, completely ignoring my hand gesture.
"No mamá...I can't just tell her I like her."
"Mira..." She snapped her fingers to get my full attention.
"If you don't do it now, someone else will get her. You don't want that now, do you?" She added.
She then pulled my hand for me to stand up, and I kinda chuckled at how tiny she was.
"What's wrong, Is it my face?" She dusted off the non-existent crumbs on her face.
"No, you look fine." I smiled at her. "You're just really tiny, you know?"
She rolled her eyes at my statement. "I'm serious, Yego. Do something about Cece, am I clear?"
"¡Sí señora!" I exclaimed.
"Fetch your sister today, I'm very busy at the restaurant. And that girl Addison?" She neatly folded the empty bag of chips and turned to face the coffee table.
"Allison." I corrected.
"Yeah, her, she came to the restaurant again. She said she was just passing by and thought she'd see you." She reported as she picked up a small box that was on the table.
"What's that?" I asked... suddenly intrigued it, completely forgetting the girl my mom mentioned.
"Don't get your hopes up, Diego. It's for me. A friend bought it for me." She smiled.
"A guy?" I questioned her.
"None of your business. Now leave."
"But mamá-"
"Leave now." She shooed.
I looked at her and gave her a teasing smile before leaving.
***
"Hi Isa, how was school?" I knelt down to my sister's level.
"Amazing!" She pulled me for a hug. "Today, I got snacks from Charlie!"
"Charlie, Allison's brother?" I lifted up one of my eyebrows while standing up straight.
"Yes." She giggled.
"Isa, you're eleven."
"He is too, but he's making a move better move than you." She shrugged her shoulders.
