Sofía hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. “They… they’re sick, and I just wanted to give them more milk. But my aunt and uncle… they…” Her words trailed off, overcome by a wave of despair.

The man listened patiently, nodding as she spoke. His expression shifted from concern to resolve. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder. “You’re very brave, looking out for your brothers like this. But you shouldn’t have to do it alone.”

Sofía looked into his eyes and saw kindness, a warmth she hadn’t felt since her parents had passed. In that moment, the man made a decision. “Why don’t you come with me? I know a place where you and your brothers will be safe, where you’ll have all the milk you need.”