“Señorita Mayra is going to catch you, pequeño,” she called after him as he fumbled with the basement door and scampered down the stairs, each footstep banging and clattering all the way up to the main floor. She made sure to turn on the light for him and followed him downstairs, worried he might cut himself or knock something over, but still playing their little game of chase.

“Come out, pequeño Come out, come out wherever you are…”

Once again, Mayra could follow his green tail dragging behind him, but she checked in places way across from him to keep the game going. She couldn’t have been happier to see such a smiling, giggling baby boy wanting to play.