Learning Patience
That night, before sleep, Luisito brought a rough piece of wood to Damián.
“Will you teach me to make it nice like yours?”
Damián smiled and sat beside him.
“Sure. But you have to respect the tool and how to use it. Wood is like life — force it, and it breaks.”
Luisito listened as if a truth had just found him.
In her room, Camila opened her secret notebook and wrote what she’d thought while watching her siblings:
If I ever have children, I’ll tell them their grandfather was a man who had everything and didn’t know how to care for it.
She closed the notebook and slid it under her pillow.
