Sunday Evening Walk

Sundays are for Grandma and Grandpa’s house - my parents. They are even closer to Tijuana. In the distance you can see a hill filled with buildings all the way to the border, that’s Mexico - then there’s an empty hill, that’s the US.

The moon was beautifully full tonight but there’s just no way to capture its beauty with a phone cámara. You can’t see the man in the moon or anything, just a glow of light. Still, it’s pretty.

Im sitting in my couch taking in the last of my Sunday and the two youngest are arguing over 5 dollars. Every Sunday they get five dollars from the grandparents each. Two bills each worth the same amount but still somehow worth arguing over who’s is who’s.