A mortal’s dream
~This is me in Mexico last summer!! And just in case you don't get it: This pic has nothing to do with what I wrote, only that I was in Mexico. The crowd immediately gathered at the sound of the trumpet. Every eye steady, every glance waiting, nervous and unstable. Each person had already found a seat near their loved ones. I held my oldest brother’s hand, he held our youngest brother and I with my other had held my older brother’s hand and marched ahead to a front row near the platform and we sat next to a man whose face showed love to all who looked upon it. The man shook us by the hand and said, “Hello, my name is Federico,” and nodded to me with a knowing gaze which I held for only a short moment. I introduced my brothers and myself, very lady-like and polite. It was only after we sat down that I realized the man was not really a man, he was ghost-like. It was also then when I realized I knew him, I had seen him before, he was… I couldn’t recall, but I knew he seemed familiar