A widowed farmer stops to watch a family building a mud house… he never imagined that they would end up changing his life forever.

The morning I stopped the horse

I was riding back along the dirt road when something made me pull the reins. Under the harsh sun of eastern Sonora, I saw a woman and two children trying to build a mud house with their bare hands. But it wasn’t really a house. It was desperation. The boy could barely lift a piece of wood continue reading …