Mary and I were on our knees on the dusty road, quickly assembling the table and chairs that would go in the kitchen of a new house in Ensenada, Mexico. We peeked around the back of the van to find Mateo, the 2-year-old boy living in a small rusty trailer with his mom, Isela, and his 6-year-old sister, Brianna, since the day he was born.
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