In the dusty town of San Isidro, where the sun baked the cobblestones and the sea’s salty breath clung to the air, lived a boy named Pepito. Barefoot and clad in a patched shirt, he roamed the market, selling fish from a rickety cart. His voice, sharp and hopeful, called out, “Fresh fish! Caught this morning!” But his pockets stayed empty, his meals meager, and his dreams small—except for one: every Holy Week, the grand church at the town’s heart held a retreat, a sacred gathering where God’s word echoed through candlelit halls. Pepito longed to attend, but the entrance fee was a fortune he could never scrape together.
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Raoul: Thanks for the gushing feedback. I'm always amazed at how our dreams interact wi...
Larry: Pepito found kindness in Mateo. Come, God’s word is for everyone. Truer words we...
Oscar: Happy Fourth of July 2025 🎊🎉🎆🎇🙏🇺🇸🙏 Good TGIF Raoul .😂😂😂🤷♂️ The cleanest Pepito...
Ed: A Real winner from a dream with an uplifting moral. I enjoyed it even more the s...