Imagination

November 30, 1983: Still very hot and very humid around here. I love it because it reminds me of good things, of happiness. I have been imagining how things would be for my Tia, how they could be for her. She has (in my dream) a little house, a two bedroom place in San Vicente. It is bought and paid for so she will not have to worry about rent or mean and envious landladies or anything like that ever again. The house has a garden in front, a larger garden in back. She is happy and she smiles. I am not stressed, do not even know what the word means because I see that she has what she wants and needs. Luis. He is in the dream too. Luis loves me.