It was eight in the morning when rays of sunlight began sneaking through the small hole in the roof, warming up Genaro’s shoulder and slowly making their way up to Lucia’s eyes, waking them both up. Lucia and Genaro Mendez were a pretty humble couple that lived by themselves in a small house by the outskirts of the city. They had always wanted to have kids but they had never managed to have one due to a problem with Lucia’s uterus, of which they had decided never to talk about several years back. As every weekend, the woman got up, squeezed her feet into the sandals that were resting besides the bed and headed to the kitchen in order to prepare breakfast for them both. However, there was no bread.
“Hey love, could you go to the super market and get some bread for breakfast?”
He, as the nice, caring husband he was, accepted.
“And since you’re already at it, could you also buy some beans, some tuna…”
The list went on, but she wrote it down in a piece of paper to make it easier for him to remember.
“Sure honey”
But he went back to sleep. He wanted a little bit more time to recover from the previous night’s party, in which he had drunk too much to be functioning properly so soon without a long nice sleep.
