You and Leon had been together for a few months and he had taken your daughter as his own, you were surprised how sweet Leon was to little Sherry. You heard him sing to your daughter one rainy night, some lullaby in English, a song that your daddy used to sing to you but in Spanish.

Look little girl I'm going to take you to see the moon shining on the sea, look up at the sky and forget that languid fear that was permanent emotion.

You smiled leaning against the door frame