One of the things Carlos remembered from his childhood was sneaking downstairs to get a snack anytime he couldn’t sleep. Sometimes his mother would hear him, and they would sit together for a while and drink warm milk or eat a snack together. He figured he might as well give it a try once more, even though his mother wouldn’t be there with him.
He went to the fridge and looked to see if there was anything he could munch on. He saw a jar of pickles, some ham and cheese, and decided to make himself a sandwich.
He found his mom’s old bread box, which had plenty left inside. Just the fact that some things never changed gave him a sense of comfort.
As Carlos was about to take a bite of his pickle, the door to the outside opened. In walked Eugenio, dressed in a rain coat but still drenched fr
