Mornings on the way to market, Luz and her mother passed a teacher’s house, students bent over reading. Luz carried an empty place inside. She yearned to know what was written on the papers. A secret longing began to bud in her heart. The secret fluttered lightly like wings in her chest. She would study hard. She would learn what the squiggles meant. She would learn to read!
But Luz, like the other native people, was a forgotten shadow to those who governed. There was no public school for them.
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