Although Rudy was not a father himself, he knew his dad very well. He had been a serious man, who didn’t like to joke around. His hands were rough and calloused from years of hard manual labour. He had been thin, his education was minimal and he had to work hard for his money. He swore that his children would have a better future, he encouraged their education and worked so they had the money to afford it. Rudy never remembered his father complaining about anything, he never mentioned the struggles they were facing or how tired he must have been. Jorge was like Rudy’s father and Rudy admired that greatly, his first thought was that Jorge had to meet his father. “I would love for you to fly to the USA and meet my father!” Rudy spoke out loud. Jorge blushed, he would love to but there wa

