The campfire brightly lit the area. Everyone watched with smiles and bated breath as Javier took your hand. Although the music playing from Dutch’s gramophone wasn’t the most pleasing — it was still music.

In a smooth swirl, your father took you in his arms, and you two began to dance. You could feel his body quiver slightly as he collected you to his chest.

“Eres tan hermoso.” Javier mumbled, a tremble in his already broken voice, “No matter how big you get, you’ll always be my baby.”