"Uno...dos...tres...cuatro..."

An innocent game,

que es una tonteria.

I vanished under the coffee table;

an army of dust bunnies

demanded that my nostrils surrender.

"Cinco...seis...siete...ocho..."

My lips turned into a smile.

Anticipation sparkling the soul,

exhilaration rushing through my narrow veins.

I was solid and inert,

waiting for the moment to be found.

"Nueve...deiz...!listo o no, ya me busca!"

Giggles eagerly trying to escape my throat.

The hunter comes close to claim the prize.

"!Me encontraste!"

My mother's shadow loomed before me;

words of praise and smells of aquacate and guava

marked this moment.