The wind cut sharply through Mexico City’s historic streets, slipping through the torn seams of Mateo Hernández’s worn-out coat. His calloused hand gently held his little girl’s. It was Lupita’s birthday — and despite having very little, he promised her a special day.
They pushed open the glass doors of an upscale boutique, its chandeliers sparkling like frozen diamonds overhead. Marble floors gleamed beneath stylish shoppers wrapped in furs and high-end bags.
Yet the moment Mateo stepped inside, everything changed.
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