Entre El Mundo Y Yo Libro -

Walk tall, mijo. But walk with your eyes open. The world is not your home. But you can build a home inside yourself. And that home—nobody can take that from you.”

And between the world and the boy, a father held the space. entre el mundo y yo libro

Javier didn’t scold him. He didn’t lecture. He simply opened his arms. Walk tall, mijo

“One day, you will walk out that door, and the world will try to tell you that you are less than. It will try to shrink you, to turn you into a statistic or a suspicion. Do not believe it. Between the world and you, there is me. There is your mother. There is every ancestor who survived the crossing, the cotton field, the street. They are the true space between you and the abyss. But you can build a home inside yourself

That night, Manny came home from school. He had been in a fight. A boy called him a dirty immigrant. Manny had swung. Now his knuckles were bruised. He didn’t cry. He just looked at Javier with ancient eyes.

That was the world. And Entre el mundo y yo —between the world and him—stood only his mother’s prayers and his own quick feet.