Xergio Aguilar

Jade

I’d never been to Cafe Luna. At times my father, Dario, would retell seemingly insignificant stories that’d take place near it but never actually inside of it. It's that little cafe right around the corner from his home, you know, the house he was born in because Hilda doesn’t trust doctors. I guess single mothers can develop trust issues after the father makes enough empty promises. I never actually took the time to imagine what it looked like because, well, why would I? For so long it was simply a setting to the memories he’d re-live, nothing more.