Luckily, Tía Laura and her husband—honestly, I keep calling him “her husband” because I forget his name, Rodolfo or Refugio or something—were childless. I mean, not exactly lucky for them, but lucky for me, because maybe the fact that she had had no children of her own was the reason why Tía Laura had agreed to take in my dad when he was little. Dad’s real parents were killed in some war. I don’t really know much about it—it wasn’t something Dad ever talked about.
