He swung the door open, and I smiled to see his gap-teeth. His hand still on the doorknob, he stared at me, stopped and started his breath, and went running to his mom: "Is that Xiomara?"
I'm the scarf and glasses lady with the ponytail! I thought. I have bangs now; maybe that's it. But I knew that after asking for me for so many months, he just couldn't believe that I was standing in his living room.
"I wore Mets colors for you," I said, pointing at my scarves.
"For me?!"
We went straight into play mode just like old times. After enacting Star Wars duels with red and blue plastic light sabers, we sat on the pink couch on the far-end of the living room. I was wiping away my tears and rubbing my nose where he caught me when he looked me in the eyes and asked, "Is this real?"
"Yes, of course it is," I laughed.
"No, I mean, like is this for real? Are you really babysitting me? Or is it going to be a long time again until I see you?"
"Yes, this is for real. I promise you'll see me again soon."
With a look of satisfaction, Curly-Haired Boy went on to build a Star Wars Amusement Park out of Tinker Toys. I taught him how to create "spinners" out of wooden sticks and round connectors; and I felt so glad to be there.