Under My Father In-Law's Touch
he replied.
We hopped into my SUV. While waiting for the signal, the conversation took a turn I didn't expect. Tito asked me why I didn't hold a funeral for the old version of myself. He mentioned how the Quiazons love to strike when you're most emotional. He was right. In this world, grief is a luxury we can't afford.
“You’re so sharp, Tito. No wonder I look up to you,” I said, patting his shoulder.
“Then I hope you also idolize the way I love my woman. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Raiv,” he said, his eyes piercing through my cold facade.