Luís
Nov 3 · 6 min read

Papá’s breath smelled of something strong when he slurred across the dinner table, “Mijo. I thought I told you to take out the trash. It smells.”
It was the first time Papá had mentioned the trash that night, but Luís didn’t question him. He placed the chicken nugget he had been nibbling on back in the box, hopped off his chair, and scurried off to the bedroom to put on his shoes.


