Squatting down to meet his eye level, Mayra smiled and gently tousled his hair. “Can’t get up, pequeño? Let me help you with that.”
Mayra grabbed James by the armpits and gently lifted him up, chuckling a little about how big he was for a baby, and sat him down on the hard wooden seat. James didn’t feel gravity fighting his lift-off of the ground when Mayra grabbed James by the armpits and gently lifted him up, chuckling a little about how big he was for a baby, and sat him down on the hard wooden seat. His feet gave no fight to stay planted on the ground before finally snapping back to the miserable reality that he was in a high chair, shuddering over the memory of embarrassing photos his mother used to show him of when he was a baby, carrot-flavored baby food all over his hands and face, wearing a blissful smile.