We walk down in the waterfront. I hold your arm as I’ve always done it since I was a little girl, your muñeca. You’re wearing thick jacket, a hat to cover your bald head and gloves, however, I can tell your cold. Let’s buy a hot chocolate I say.
You ask questions about the cruises, and I have no idea how it works, but we both arrive to conclusions and theories. We see the sea bus and the planes landing in the ocean. You’re surprise that the water is so clean. We admire the mountains, I tell you tell you they are the Rocallosas.
I know you’re happy to be with me, and I can’t describe how much joy I feel to have you next to me.
How I wish this could be true, how much I wish my Avi could be with me.