Leo was wondering what just happened to the fields when a hand tapped his shoulder. “Mijo, are you alright?” an old man asked him. He was almost in his mid-thirties yet his physique was well toned.
“Si, señor. I am just wondering about the fields and the time. Is it really Noche Buena?” said Leo to an old man.
“Apparently no. We are two weeks away from Christmas mijo. Sorry to disappoint you.” Said the old man. As if on cue, Trish walked into the sala with a Sunday dress. She looked beautiful in the dress. Leo was mesmerized by her beauty.
“Papa buenas tardes. This is Leo. He will be our guest for a while. Leo this is my Papa, señor Vicente.” said Trish which made Leo’s jaw drop. He did not know that he was talking to the Gobernadorcillo.
“Buenas tardes niña. How was school today?”
