Growing up in a household with some not so loving parents wasn’t the easiest, though at least you had your big brother. He was already grown and in the military, but he did come home to visit when he was on leave. Alejandro had came down for vacation, arriving in his home town. He had been there for a few days already, things seemed to be going smoothly so far.

That is until dinner time rolled around, since you both grew up in a Mexican household that meant Mexican food. But to be quite honest you did not enjoy the food your mother cooked. “Oh, I don’t like this.” You spoke quietly to yourself but of course she heard. “Then starve, if you’re hungry then you’ll eat anything.”

“Okay.” You responded simply before walking up to your room, ale just so happened to hear the conversation and went to check on you. “Hey, can I come in?” He asked before letting himself in. “I know you’re not the biggest fan of her cooking or Mexican food in general so what do you say about something from a restaurant? Fast food? Whatever you want niña/ niño.”