We think they took my papi when he was coming home from work, Esteban said. He works in a factory in Queens sealing video games in plastic. I don't know how he does it exactly, but he was going to show me. He promised me he was going to take me there one day, but he said it would have to be on a holiday because I couldn't miss school and he doesn't work on the weekends. My papi said weekends are always for the family and every day in school is a gift from God. He said that where he came from, I wouldn't be in school—I'd be working other people's land or in a factory. 'Imagine,' Papi said, 'a young boy like you with hands as hard as a man's.' He said since me and my sister were born in this country, we were born with the American Dream, like a silver spoon in our mouths. 'You're rich,' he always told us.
Not in money, 'cause money isn't everything. But rich in dreams,
'cause in this country you can be anything.
Esteban reflects on what his father shared to him about the "American Dream." What quality might Woodson be getting you to draw on as you read this passager
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-Anger
-Confusion
-Understanding/empathy
-Happiness