Kylie was next to me and she was talking about cheerleading, then she began to call my name as I stood there silently.

"Miguel... Miguel! MIGUEL!"

I sat up staring at a white painted ceiling, as I looked around I realized I was in my room and that Mama was calling me for dinner and that I had a dream about Kylie.

"Coming mom!" I shouted back. Kylie's kinda hot... Okay, I admit it, Kylie is really hot... I mean not only that but she is so nice and kind to me and Maya. Speaking of Maya I guess she is a good sister to me as she doesn't make fun of my crush on Kylie. As my thoughts drifted from fantasizing about Kylie and back to reality I got up and walked out of my room. As I tiredly walked to the dinner table the smell of fresh tacos and warm corn chips perked me up. I took a seat next to Maya and looked at the table. There was corn chips, tacos, empanadas, tamales, salad and Mexican rice. Wow Mama really out did herself. I served myself two tacos and some corn chips. I took a big bite out of my taco and got some sauce on my face.

As I realized this I took a napkin and wiped the sauce off. Except now I felt a burp coming.

"BURP!" Uh... "Perdón" I said half embarrassed and half amused as Mami, Papi and the land lord looked at me with their smiles. Maya began to lean over to me and whispered "Miguel, what are we going to do?" Oh boy.

I replied "Nothing Maya, just let Mama and Papi handle it. Just take my advice for once, okay?"

"Okay, Miguelito". Now that Maya finally decided to take my advice I continued to eat my meal, serving myself some more corn chips and enjoying them. While this happened our parents talked about, well, us, as any parent would with their own children. Eventually we excused ourselves as they, the landlord, Mama, and Papi were still having desert. They didn't exactly bring up Paco at dinner so I assumed that's what they were talking about. Of course Maya started to worry about it. I went into my room and Maya followed me in. I laid down on my bed getting comfortable.

"No te preocupes, Maya," I said reassuringly, "I'm sure our parents will work it out." I hope... To be honest I'm starting to doubt myself.

"Lo siento, it's just that it's taking a long time". She said concerned.

"Just trust me, trust our parents? Ok?"

"Ok." She said still a bit concerned. Maybe it's just my older brother instincts that always tells me her ideas will always turn into a disaster. I think those three minutes of being alone in this world really changed the way I looked at things or gave me some more logic or smarts or a sixth sense.

Finally the land lord left and we went out to the living room where Mami and Papi greeted us, they were smiling.

Mama spoke "Niños, we're so proud of you! The land lord told us all about your 'bird festival' and your efforts to impress him," We both looked up hopefully "and he said he never saw a group of children determined to go to such lengths to impress him." "You two were real Santos's out there" Papi said encouragingly.

"So... Does this mean Paco can stay?" Maya asked hopefully. To which mama replied while chuckling

"Yes mi hija, Paco can stay for good." Woot! Victory! I nudged Maya and boasted a little

"See Maya, you just have to trust your older brother-really, you just have to trust Mama and Papi!" I said gleefully.

"SQWAK! Paco can stay! Paco can stay!" Paco began doing a victory dance on the counter and we all laughed.

"Okay children," Papi said "it's getting late, time to go to bed."

"Sí Papi" Maya and I both said affectionately. After we got washed up I went into my cozy bed with my pajamas on and slipped under the covers content and then suddenly...

"Miguel," called Maya as she entered my room. "I just wanted to say you were right; I should've trusted Mama and Papi."

"Good," I said, "I'm glad you realize that, now please, no more crazy ideas!" I said sleepily.

"No promises." She teased and then closed the door leaving me to my thoughts and the darkness of my room. From that they forward Maya learned to trust Mama and Papi with handling things although she still gets these big ideas-but that's my sister for you. A one person think tank with crazy ideas and no matter how hard I try I can't stop loving her and she can't stop thinking.

The End

Authors note: I may rewrite this later on just to improve and what not but I will be correcting some spelling, punctuation and other grammatical mistakes. Moral of the story: Trust your parents. They're there for you. I can't say that every single parent is going to be the best parent in the world, there are the unfortunate who are alcoholics or even criminals or abusers but assuming you have a decent family they will be there for you.