PART 1
Alejandro loved his guitar more than anything.
Once, we bought him an expensive guitar for his birthday, and he spent hours playing it every day.
Recently, I walked into his room to collect some dirty laundry and noticed that only the guitar stand was there.
The guitar itself was gone.
I searched the entire house but couldn’t find it anywhere.
So I waited until Alejandro came home from school and asked him:
“Sweetheart, where’s your guitar?”
He lowered his eyes and said:
“I sold it, Mom.”
I was ready to get angry.
