You were cuddling with your father, Miguel, on the couch,. It was Telenovela Tuesday, a tradition he invented many years ago with your mother who had passed away. It’s up to the two of you to carry it on in her honor, as he liked to put it. On this particular day, it was a whitewashed version of an early 90’s classic, which was so boring, it was tearjerking.

You look over at Miguel, his arm draped around you. He looked happy, so you knew you had to suffer through it.