Six
We rode in silence for the first five minutes. Miguel was still trying to get himself under control. The tears started as soon as we got in the truck. Not one sound but the tears streamed pretty steadily for the first four minutes.
Just from my experience with my father, I knew that men from Latin countries are taught not to cry. Miguel is just about my age and if his father was anything like mine when it came to that it was hard to break that from your system. Talk about being brainwashed.
I was glad I had girls. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about teaching my son not to cry. Would I, or would I rebel and let him think what he wanted about it. Well, I will never know now.
I was in the backseat trying not to pay attention to Miguel but I was pretty sure my trying just made it wors
