Every time I’m out in the neighborhood without our son, people ask me where he is. Even Rosa, the lady who works on the condo’s maintenance and cleaning crew, asks, “Y el bebe?”
I understand that it’s just friendly banter, like talking about the weather. It’s part of living in a city, in a small neighborhood where everyone knows your business.
But one of these days, I’m going to respond,
“Oh, shit, I knew I forgot something!”
or better yet,
“Oh, he’s at the zoo. I just needed some time to myself.”