Every afternoon, since the day Natalie left, Manolo would go back to their abandoned home, hoping that one day they would find them back. He would sit on the balcony for hours until darkness spread across the sky.
And all those days he would be like a patient child, waiting for Christmas to come.
When he arrived, he unlocked the chains of the bamboo gate and walked his motorcycle to the shed where Natalie used to keep her ride. The grass on the lawn had grown so fast, so he rummaged through the storage house for a grasscutter, or anything sharp to execute the garden invader. The last thing he didn’t want to happen was for snakes to gather in the area, and crawl into the house to make it their nest.
He sighed at the empty storage that was once filled with Damian’s carpentry tools. Only
