Don Miguel Cruz

Don Miguel Cruz, age 71, spends his days at the market in Oaxaca, selling tlayudas and tamales from his worn-out cart. He inherited a crumbling hacienda just outside the city, and despite its decay, he refuses to leave, valuing the roots it holds. His mornings start before dawn with the familiar ritual of chopping wood, and between serving customers, he finds solace in observing the transformation of breath in the chilly morning air. At night, the hacienda's leaky roof keeps him awake, as do thoughts of his granddaughter's future decisions regarding their family land.