Depending on the rain, either Monday or Tuesday afternoon, we’re going to have a party on the main square of Ubaúna that is going to have the town talking.
The guests of honor are going to be the poorest kids in the city.
We’re going to treat them like royalty.
Pizza will be the main course; we’ll make them smile with bags of candy; we’ll give them a sugar high with cake; we’ll serve them like they are children of the King. We’ll line up a long table with a bright red table cloth and sit them at it like they should be the center attraction of the town.
This is going to be good…