The Torres household was not unlike other Latino households in that, we too, had to endure early Saturday mornings with the mariachi music going full blast. But the difference in our house was that we might be hearing those rancheras on record, on the radio, in a JUKEBOX that was in our house for years, or with Mike Torres playing and singing live! Our father is a lifetime mariachi and regularly rocks his charro suits. This is my very favorite picture of his, happiest when singing with the mariachi.
So I’d be in that bed trying to will myself back to sleep, trying to close my eyes, trying not to think that, along with the music, that house cleaning wasn’t far behind. Finally, I’d give in and wake up, laying there hearing the sounds of the house, the smell of breakfast cooking, knowing that in a few minutes…
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