"I thought I could calmly go to her, early in the morning, when there was no one in the room yet, and tell her. I could.
Nothing was going to happen if she approached me like that," writes the author. "I felt like crying, squashed between the two of us in the center of the couch, suddenly overwhelmed by the perfect images on TV," he adds. "We no longer had our tejocote tree there in the patio of the house," he writes. "My head was already starting to hurt at that moment, I think from thinking so much," says the author of the winning story of the II UNAM-Spain Short Story Prize. "It's not that she's mad at you, really, but well, it made me feel a little bad and I wanted to tell you," he says of his mother's reaction to his confession. "And I was, thinking about how Lucía would make me laugh at every word I stammered in front of her," adds the writer.