Felipe

Still with my hand resting on Kamila’s belly, I felt the weight of that conversation and the whirlwind of emotions that brought us here. Observing her serene profile as she unlocked the door and we stepped out of the truck made me reflect on my own thoughts. Yes, I had my plans and the dream of teaching a boy to play ball, to fish, and to be a good protector, but, little by little, the image that began to take hold of my thoughts was another, much softer and equally charming.

I imagined