Abuelo’s truck
“Babe, what time are your parents coming?” Julian says to me while leaning over my shoulder from the side of the bed, his dark wavy hair falling over his big brown eyes.
He’s been up for two and a half hours already, fed our two cats and a dog, made us coffee, and a to do list for the day. He lays down next to me and waits for me to wake up.
“Too early.” I say half asleep, scrunching my face to the light. “I need to text my dad.”
They are coming at 10am, as in, five minutes away. I brush my teeth and we head down, get in the car and say our hellos.
“Hola Juan. Hola Yka” says Julian as he gets in the car.

