Pedimos uno de chocolate con lluvia de colores. Cuando le di el primer sorbito, hizo esa carita de sorpresa que me derrite: cejas levantadas, boca en forma de “O”, y luego una risa que parecía música. Nos sentamos en una mesita pequeña, y entre cucharadas y risas, hablamos de cosas simples—como si el mundo se redujera a ese momento, a ese frappé, a esa compañía.
Le limpié la boquita con una servilleta, y me dijo “más, mami” con esa voz que mezcla ternura y decisión. Y yo, claro, le di más. Porque en ese instante entendí que no era solo un día de frappé… era un ritual de amor, una pausa para saborear la vida con quien me la transforma todos los días.
Al final, salimos con las manos pegajosas, el corazón lleno, y la promesa silenciosa de repetirlo pronto. Porque hay días que no necesitan grandes planes—solo un frappé y mi bebé.
We ordered a Panchita and blackberry flavor. When I took the first sip, he made that surprised face that melts me: raised eyebrows, an "O"-shaped mouth, and then a laugh that felt like music. We sat at a small table, and between spoonfuls and laughs, we talked about simple things—as if the world were reduced to that moment, that frappé, that company.
I wiped his little mouth with a napkin, and he said "more, Mommy," with that voice that blends tenderness and determination. And I, of course, gave him more. Because in that moment, I understood it wasn't just a frappé day... it was a ritual of love, a pause to savor life with the one who transforms it every day.
In the end, we left with sticky hands, full hearts, and the silent promise to do it again soon. Because there are days that don't need big plans—just a frappé and my baby.
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