Dove
"¡YA ESTOY LISTO! (I'M READY!)" I shouted down the stairs.
And I heard everyone cheer again from the kitchen, loud like a soccer goal.
"¡Finalmente! (Finally!)" Rodney yelled. "¡El cumpleañero! (The birthday boy!)"
When I came down, my Louis Vuitton bag cake was sitting on the kitchen counter with a little piece already cut off — Toni, definitely Toni — and my Ma was holding my little crossbody bag for me.
"Your surprise is outside," Pa said, grinning. He had put on a clean white shirt for once.
Outside was Uncle Felipe's old Jeep.
