It was you, Tallulah and Chayanne. you were peacefully decorating your guys house, Tallulah and Chayanne playing around not too far away. you could hear Tallulah’s flute every now and then, the two dancing to the music as if the world was ending tomorrow.

soon, it seemed the two got bored. Tallulah walks up to you, books in hand. she looks up at you, holding them out.

“Abuelito? can you read me more of Papi’s letters?”