e did not shout this throughout the neighborhood, the sky would collapse. Perhaps he was right because that night, when he was about t

n for the action, he pulled out one of his guns and broke this “little savior of his world” forever. I hope he is caught and tried. That this crime does not go unpunished like those he committed when he was an official mili

lay down on his stomach, placing his legs on the floor, where he carefully rolled back to minimize the pain. He reached for his flip-flops as the icy cement floor made it painful to urinate. This overwhelmed him until he couldn't stand it, and a groan came out. That caused the door to open, revealing beautiful eyes that showed concern. It was Luisa, whose eagerness to help made her forget caution and open the room at the cry of her savior. Her face was so upset from crying over the tragedy that even though he diminished it, it was still there because th

f the kitchen, and two girls were waitresses. It was as if everyone was walking in pairs. Except Luis, who was helped to walk by his brother, to whom he

ixed with uncertainty. As expected, Don Fabio, Lu

elp our friends and neighbors, the Monroe's. Too bad that under t

father, Don Car,

young Luis, because it was a miracle that he heard my daughter's calls for help and, without hesitation, he helped us. I am very sorry that some debris almost killed

some people who used to hate each other, but who had been un

oe's; the news of his misfortune had spread like wildfire in the town square. The people from the Christian church had already arrived to help them, so they went. Although they were not very devout, since they said they were Catholics, they went to that church sometimes when they gave markets or lunches. That is why the pastors knew them very well—I mean, why they went and pretended to be suffering in order to get as much help as possib

ocks came workers to rebuild the house, or better yet, this time to build a sturdy ho

very old, and now you come out with w

, the main thing was the disinterested sense of helping—what moved all those hands that did in a few days, what was not done in years—a house of cement and bricks. Thus turning around the misfortune of the Monroe's, they even got applia

etter neighbors and even to invite Luis' parents to lunch often. But this was a promise even emptier than the edge of the