As an auntie I recall a happy dining moment with nephew CaCoy. We – cousins, spouses and kids lazed an entire week away in Huahin, the Thai royal family’s summer home. One of those evenings we had dinner in the night market opposite the beach.
I marvel at CaCoy’s changing colors. With a half Spanish paternal Grandma I swear he was pale pink as a baby. With football in school his ecru skin slowly vanished. Then he went chasing coconut bugs in the glare of the tropical sun. That was the final straw. He turned midnight black without further ado.