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

same.

That told me more than words ever could.

Up close, I understood what I already suspected. It wouldn’t hold. The mud dried unevenly, the branches were too thin, one already bending under weight. The boy, Diego, had the serious face of someone forced to grow too quickly. The girl, Lupita, wasn’t crying. That was the worst part. When a child stops continue reading …