65: A big colourful family

*Luca*

I walk up to the small house, feeling rather nervous for some reason as I knock. I just hope this is going to go well and not be too stiff and uncomfortable. I mean they seem like nice people, I just feel awkward being treated like some kinda hero.

The door is opened by a kid that seems to be 9 or 10, he just stares at me then he turns on his heels. "Mom, it is really him".

Seconds later a small and still very pretty Mexican woman in her late 40's shows up, smiling brightly at me. "Welcome, welcome ... Come on in, Luca. Thank you for saving my daughter".

"It was nothing really ma'am, anyone would have done the same". I send her a friendly smile. I mean to me it was the only thing to do, so I don't feel I should be treated like something special for it.

"Please call me Paloma". She says waving me inside. "And according to both Sofia and my husband you were a real hero".

I follow her inside, the house is cozy and filled with bright colors. And apparently they have prepared