The air was humid. There was a sense of breeze but there was no breeze. Cleaver and Riverbed thought, “If it weren’t for these buildings, I’d feel a breeze.” The atmosphere took on an orange hue. Sonia, Riverbed’s mother, was waiting with his aunts, Sandra y Wendy. And his little sister, Becca. Riverbed ran and they babbled loudly and kissed him.