Miguel sat cross-legged on his bedroom floor, clutching his favorite blue crayon between his small fingers. His tongue poked out slightly from the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on adding the final touches to his drawing.
"Mommy will like this," he whispered to himself, tilting his head to examine his artwork.
The drawing showed two stick figures holding hands beneath a bright yellow sun. One tall with long black hair, one small with a big smile. Miguel and his mommy.
He sighed, setting down the crayon and looking around his room. It was big—too big for a four-year-old boy. The walls were painted a soft blue with clouds near the ceiling. His bed was shaped like a race car, with red sheets and pillows that matched the carpet. Shelves lined with toys and books covered one wall, an
