42 Zappy’s long branches reached out and then scratched out stick figures in the dirt: One man, one woman and two smaller figures that appeared to be little girls. Zappy was not the best artist, but I understood. He wanted me to bring the whole family. He had heard so much about Tara and our daughters, he wanted to meet them. “What about Poppi, Zappy? Should he come too?” He shook his branches up and down. “Yippie! Thank you my amigo. I can’t wait to tell them!” I shouted, my voice trailing behind me.