I was the first person in my family to go to college. Now, I run a youth outreach center, and my sister helps on weekends. Sometimes, my mom stops by with a special treat, arroz con leche. One of our volunteers is that same shy boy I met years ago. It’s a full-circle moment.
Looking back, we thought we were just giving something away that day. But we were actually planting a seed—a seed of care, a quiet act of standing up against not having enough.
