I hear the familiar sound of warm water hitting the shower tiles. Steam rises all around. I dim the lights.
My poor son, you’ve cried for hours. We’ve exhausted our resources… I scoop you up and stare into your tired tear-filled eyes.
A silent prayer~ I hold you over my chest, your head rests on my shoulder. You curl up like a puppy and at last you stop crying- Mommy weeps.
Ya he says, Ya
Pablo why are you crying? Do you want your mami? YA! he says.
Pablo do you want some eggs? YA! he says.
Pablo do you know you’re my favorite little boy? YA! he says.