Leo Espinosa
My Architect
Inspired by Nancy, David, Adam and Peter who also has shown his dad's great sculptures, I decided to post this note.
My dad, Ernesto, died when I was thirteen, at the moment I was starting to know the man and not just the father. He was the funniest and warmest person I've ever met and after twentysomething years I still miss him tremendously. He used to call me to his drafting table to help him figure out blueprints, and when I gave him what I thought was the solution, he would go -That's it, Leo! you're a genius, thanks a bunch- and I would feel so darn good.
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