Her bare feet flew over dirt and debris as she rushed to the edge of the landfill, where an older woman named Rosa ran a small soup stand. Lupita didn’t have money, but she knew where Rosa kept a bucket of water.
She grabbed a cracked plastic cup and dipped it in.
“Hey!” Rosa shouted. “What are you doing?”
“There’s a man!” Lupita cried. “He’s trapped—in a fridge!”
Rosa blinked in shock.
But Lupita didn’t wait.
She ran back.
When she returned, the man’s breathing was worse. She carefully poured water through the gap. Most spilled, but some reached his mouth.
He closed his eyes as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
