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.
But before I could say anything, Alejandro explained that there was a girl in his class named Elena.
He told me that her old wheelchair was practically falling apart.
She could barely move the wheels well enough to get from one classroom to another.
The seams were coming apart, and the metal was covered in rust.