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yawns nuzzling his neck before sitting up and stretches back popping.
He sniffs smelling the food and hums a bit. “Hmmm… smells good.” Stands
and waits for Carlos to join him as they head down to eat finding the
table decorated with food. “Ohh.”
Mr Ramon looked up from where he had just placed a tortilla warmer on the table and he grinned at them. “Hello… just a little something I whipped up.”
There was a dish of spicy-smelling ground meat on the table, along with a bowl of shredded cheese, a bowl of chopped lettuce, some sour cream, a small glass bowl of chopped olives, and the tortillas. There was also a pitcher of a pinkish-red juice that looked like Mr Ramon had actually made earlier that week.
Carlos laughed sheepishly. “Dad… this isn’t just something you ‘whip up’.”
Mr Ramon just kept smiling at him. “Well, this is a special ‘whip up’ occasion. It’s not every day my son comes home from being lost… and also getting to meet the person who saved him and brought him home.” Mr Ramon’s voice started to sound a little broken at the end and he cleared his throat, turning away to rub at his eyes.
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