“One day, you will walk out that door, and the world will try to tell you that you are less than. It will try to shrink you, to turn you into a statistic or a suspicion. Do not believe it. Between the world and you, there is me. There is your mother. There is every ancestor who survived the crossing, the cotton field, the street. They are the true space between you and the abyss.
And between the world and the boy, a father held the space. entre el mundo y yo libro
He wrote about the day Manny was born. The fear that bloomed in Javier’s chest was not joy, but dread. “I held you and thought, ‘I have just handed the world a new target.’ And then I thought, ‘But I will teach you to be faster than the bullet. Not with your feet—with your soul.’” “One day, you will walk out that door,
Javier didn’t scold him. He didn’t lecture. He simply opened his arms. Between the world and you, there is me
Walk tall, mijo. But walk with your eyes open. The world is not your home. But you can build a home inside yourself. And that home—nobody can take that from you.”