SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW
"Mommy, look! They look so silly!"
Rio tugs at my hand, pointing across the walkway. We've just climbed off the carousel, and I follow his gaze to a small group of teens-fifteen or sixteen, maybe-lined up outside a photo booth. They're wearing cartoon-themed headbands and headdresses, pairing off like couples. Kids these days make young relationships look so ordinary.
But who am I to judge? I was twenty-four when I had the boys. Life took me down a path I never planned, so I've learned to keep an open mind about how others find their way.
I place my hands on Rio's shoulders, crouching to meet his eyes. "They're taking pictures, baby-those are costumes to make them look like their favorite cartoons."
His eyes go wide with wonder, hands flying to cover his mouth. His gaze sparkles with mischief, and I know exactly what's coming.
"Mom! Please-let's take pictures too! Me, Leo, and daddy!"
