In the same neighborhood, a few streets away, another José understands long days, too. He left school as a boy, his mamá unable to afford it, and went to work as a bricklayer, digging earth with his hands, placing brick after brick until nothing became something. A wall, a building, a home. Still, he read with his mamá, every night. Un cuento at the end of a long day felt like Paradise.
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