My own noche triste occurred when my father returned from location on the film Capitán de Castilla (Captain from Castille). I remember that he had been gone for a long time, that he came back from Morelia with a lot of presents, and that at first, I was very happy to see him. Then there was a big fight; my parents argued all night, and they separated shortly there-after. 1 One night when my mother was very sad and depressed, she went to el árbol de la noche triste. As she cried by the tree she thought about how she and Hernán Cortés both had been in the same situation: depressed, weeping, and alone.