Trailer

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Dear Readers,

I am so pleased with your answers and in the last chapter and so amazed by the reactions of -Naranja- and the others of course that I decided to give an early birthday present to me since my B'day is coming this Feb.

Enjoy the short trailer of the next book.

Santa Cecilia had become the talk of the town for some time, mainly because of a certain musician and tap dancer residing there.

"I'll see you tomorrow Carmita!"

Carmita Rivera, 8 years old and adventurous beyond nature, waved in goodbye to her friends from school before racing back to her home in Santa Cecilia.

Brushing pass by other people who had stopped to let her through, she had made a sharp turn to the right to her home just to hear the sweet melody of her papa playing.

Sneaking up to the window, Carmita peered through the window to see her papa and mama in the living room.

"What are you doing there mi amor?" Carmita gave a startled yelp when her mama turned to look directly at where Carmita hid.

Carmita took a step back only to be carried by a pair of arms as her papa opened the window to the house and pulled her in.

"Ay!, ¡Lo siento papá lo siento!"

Carmita giggled as her papa proceeded to tickle her stomach and giving kisses to her face. Her mama sighed "Déjà vu..." She muttered.

Carmita wiggled her way out of her papa and headed towards her mama and spotted a guitar leaning against her.

Her papa and mama watched her with smiles as Carmita touched and marvel at the family heirloom.

So many years after that incident...

So many memories...

"Papa tell me the story"

Carmita asked with a one dimpled smile, a gene she got from her papa.

Her papa chuckled before he whistled for their pet dog. Soon enough, barks came through the door and her mama had just enough time to open the door before a hairless dog tumbled in.

"Dante!"

Carmita giggled as she was suddenly lapped by Dante.

Her papa took the guitar and sat down on a chair and began to play a tune. Her mama closed her eyes and began to slow tap to the beat.

Carmita and Dante watched with interest.

"It was many years ago when I first met your mother..."

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