There's a young teen in my barrio, working hard with her mum to sell cold drinks by slipping through highway lanes in traffic all day. She is *radiant*, this kid, and throws bits of English around with confidence into her chats, especially around me.

I've celebrated her spark and talents, and we've talked about how much she hopes to do one day, when life gets better for her and her family.

Holy heck, friends.

If we built a world where drive and hope were enough, what a paradise we would have.