"Go on, Luna," Alvaro encourages her.

"I stepped outside and saw this little girl sitting on the grass crying softly. She looked lost. She wasn't very old either, maybe five or six years old. And she was alone. I thought she must've gotten separated from her parents somewhere. She reminded me of myself when I first started to learn how to read, but older." Luna looks up at Alvaro. "But that's not important. I felt like I needed to help her. I knelt down beside her and asked her if she was alright."

"And what did she do?" Her father interjects.

"Well, it turned out that she wasn't alone. She...