Ernesto's household didn't get to eat chicken that night, nor the next night, nor that whole week. Even with all their effort that day, they couldn't afford the promised dinner without worrying about what to eat the next days. But instead of a lost hope, their hearts and mind found a common ground that evening. They decided to save up for a small business after Pablo suggested to instead eat "chicken skin" that night.

 

Pablo now roams the street not to look at other people's trash but to sell food. They saved up that entire year and owned a stall of chicken skin and a bicycle. It doesn't mean that everything is fairytale happy ending after that, no. There were days when sales are low and the rain swat their customers, needless to say, the struggles of any other person doing what they're doing.

 

Times are still tough but their family is even tougher. And as for the promised chicken? Of course they didn't forget about that. They ate the damn thing that New Year's Eve. Not just one but three juicy chickens. All was well.