This is the story of a Mexican boy called Francisco. Who moved to the US looking after the American Dream. When he arrived to New York, he was living in a Hostel and shared room with 10 other men. He still owed the expenses of his trip and he had to find a job. Fortunately Francisco met a man who helped him out and he started working at a market carrying boxes at night.
The first time he wrote home, he told his uncle about it all, and mentioned he got payed everyday when he knocked off at 6am. And that he would be sending them money as soon as he could do it.
Francisco was happy for the snow since it was the first time on his life he'll see it, even though he wouldn't probably enjoy it working outdoors.
Later on, he told his uncle he could received letters at a restaurant where he used to go often, because the owner would keep them for him.
Finally he started working at that same restaurant and was happy because he would be getting free meals and a warm place to be in. He was also happy knowing his little brother was getting good notes at school, but also because Francisco himself had started playing football at a club closed to the hostel and he would be moving soon to a flat with two friends.
On the next letter to his uncle, he wrote some good news about his luck and told them how his football team had won the championship through the finals and he was contacted by talent seekers who gave him a contract to become a professional football player.
Francisco was excited about it, and told his uncle they might even see him someday on tv, and that he would not only be able to send them money but to visit them as well.
