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“Impossible. The geologist from the city said there was nothing.”

Then came the drought.

Don Emilio squinted. “What about it?” Un Yerno Milagroso

Mateo held her tightly. “No,” he said. “He won’t.” “Impossible

It was the worst in a century. The river shrank to a muddy trickle. Don Emilio’s prized cattle began to fall. The cornfields cracked like old pottery. The bank sent a letter: without a harvest, the land would be seized. For the first time, Don Emilio looked old. He sat on his porch at night, staring at the empty sky, whispering, "Milagro... necesitamos un milagro." staring at the empty sky