"/Well, if anybody deserves a cruise, it's you,/" Miguel assured him. "/Are you completely done with school now? I mean, completely?/" College was a tangled web of follow-up courses that Miguel didn't entirely understand the point of... Why spend ten years in school to earn three different pieces of paper? Work was work, right?
As if the thought hit him suddenly, Miguel reached into his back pocket to pull out the ever-present photo of his little family. It was crinkled in some places and obviously taken with a cheap camera, but Miguel held it like he would a treasure.
"/Look.../" The photo was of just Maria and Dominga, mother holding baby for the camera. Dominga looked alert and curious, her gaze following her mother's finger towards the lens. "/I think she was still pregnant when we talked last./"