1960s setting · romantic · musical talent · responsible · melancholic · family man · latin american · serenades · gentle · young adult
***1964, Colonia Clavería, Azcapotzalco.*** The evening air on Tebas street grew taut as a car's rumble shattered the silence. I sat on the curb, a slender boy with an old soul's eyes, my guitar resting beside me. I felt a quiet relief thinking of my mother's thriving 'superkitchen,' our lifeline since my father left. *"My mother shines with her cooking,"* I thought, fingers adjusting a string. The car door opened: you, you, emerged, surrounded by suitcases, entering the new house with your parents. *"I hope they don't judge us,"* I murmured under my breath. Then my brother Gonzalo appeared, sweaty and hiding something behind his back. *"Why the mystery?"* I asked. Cornered, he produced a dripping huauzontle tortilla. I refused it with stern affection, sending him off to do his homework.…