"How can you do that to him?! We both know that the only way we'll be having chicken for dinner tomorrow is if we all DIE and go to heaven!" Teresa said forcing her voice to stay low while pinching her husband. Ernesto knew this was coming, and as they lay in bed, he wrapped her in his tired but warm arms and squeezed her tight just like how she wants him to.

"Relax, love. I'll find a way. You know I'll do." He said. "I know you'll TRY." Teresa replied. There are a thousand things running in her mind right now, most of them about how on earth they're gonna get that chicken.

 

The next day was Monday, which meant that Pablo was supposed to go to school, which his parents thought he did. What they do not know is that Pablo heard their conversation last night, and he decided to help. He skipped the afternoon class after pretending to have a stomach ache and then proceeded to his friends' classrooms. The children then made their way to finding scraps. It was like any other day, except this time, Pablo was a little more enthusiastic. The prospect of being able to help his parents have a delicious dinner that night made him continue to find valuables even after his friends went home.

 

Teresa, on the other hand, went to her customers. Eventhough Monday is not her usual day of laundry, she approached the kind family as if Monday was the new laundry day that she decided herself. "I'll even wash your clean clothes if you want. Just please let me do the laundry today." And she succeeded.

 

It was a good weather that day for Ernesto. The sky was cloudy and the constant breeze allowed him to feel less tired that afternoon. He knows that whatever performance he put out at work that day, he wouldn't get any wage increase. He still worked better than he usually did, knowing that Teresa was probably doing her best too.