Cecilia held the only book she had found in her parents’ house. She thought of all the times she had asked why they couldn’t have more and remembered the sadness of her parents when they told her they couldn’t buy any for her. That day, for once and for all, she decided to put a plan into action which she had spent several days cooking up.
She hugged the book as if it were leaving her, and left it at the bottom of a small hole she had dug in the forest.
“If paper comes from trees, by planting a book more like this will grow,” she told herself again and again. Sigue leyendo