"Normally when he sees me, he touches
my cheeks with his tiny hads and I melt."
That same Wednesday, you just didn’t know what might happen next, so I went to visit my nephew, León, in the afternoon. León is seven-months-old and since he was born, I must admit I’ve been besotted with this little creature.
That day, I sang him his favourite songs. I made my usual funny noises and faces, and I gave him a new banana-shaped teether, as his teeth were coming in. But I didn’t touch him. I didn’t kiss or hug him. I was too scared of the mere possibility of infecting him. It was difficult.
Normally when he sees me, he touches my cheeks with his tiny hands and I melt. I normally end up kissing him back so much he starts complaining. How I wished my visit on 11 March could have been like that.