A Boy Collects Trash Every Day to Buy a Toy for His Little Sister
I had been counting for thirty-two days. Thirty-two days of picking up cans, bottles, and cardboard from the streets in my neighborhood. My hands were no longer as clean as before, though Mom made me wash them three times before dinner.
“Did you go to the trash again, Miguel?” Mom asked that afternoon when I came home with a full bag.
“I just went to the park, Mom. People throw away a lot of stuff.”
She sighed and said nothing more. She knew we needed the money, even if she never said it aloud.
Don Roberto, the guy at the recycling depot, already knew me by sight.
“Here’s my favorite worker,” he greeted me as I set my bag on the scale. “You’ve got some good stuff today, kid.”
“How much, Don Roberto?”

“Let’s see…” He weighed the crushed cans and bottles. “Eight pesos fifty.”
I pulled my rusty cookie tin from my pocket and counted the coins inside: forty-three pesos twenty cents. I still needed six pesos eighty to reach the fifty pesos the doll cost.
“Why are you saving so much, Miguel?” Don Roberto asked as he handed me the coins. “A video game?”
“It’s for my sister. Her birthday is the day after tomorrow.”
Don Roberto smiled and ruffled my hair.
“You’re a good brother, kid.”
That night, María came into our shared room while I hid the tin under my mattress.
“What are you hiding, Miguel?” she asked with those big, curious eyes.
“Nothing, tiny. Go to sleep.”
“Is it a secret?” She climbed onto my bed. “I can keep secrets.”
She had just turned five, wearing her favorite dress patched at the knees. Three months ago, in the store, she had stood in front of the display, mesmerized by a doll with a pink dress and golden hair.
“When I grow up, I’ll have a doll like that,” she had said, eyes full of longing. It had broken my heart.
“It’s a surprise for someone special,” I finally said.
“For Mom?”
“You’ll see, little snoop. Now go to sleep.”
The next day, I left earlier. I had to earn those last few pesos. I combed the park, the plaza, even the main avenue. Some people stared at me oddly, but I was used to that by now.
“Hey, kid,” a lady called from her taco stand. “Are you hungry?”
“No, thank you, ma’am. I’m working.”
“Here,” she handed me two tacos wrapped in paper. “And look, I’ve got these empty soda bottles. Want them?”
“Really? Thank you so much!”
“My son’s your age,” she said, giving me the bottles. “I hope someone’s kind to him too.”
When I arrived at Don Roberto’s, my legs were sore, but my heart was racing.
“Last trip of the day,” I announced.
“Let’s see what you brought…” He weighed everything carefully. “Seven pesos exactly. Did you reach your goal?”
“Yes!” I nearly shouted. “Fifty pesos, all done!”
“Go on, then. Buy whatever it is you’re buying.”
I made it to the toy store five minutes before closing. The doll was still there, in the same spot, her pink dress gleaming under the light.
“The fifty-peso one?” the shopkeeper asked.
“Yes, sir. Could you wrap it, please?”
I counted out my coins on the counter: fifty pesos exactly.
On María’s birthday morning, she jumped on my bed before the sun had even risen.
“Miguel! Miguel! It’s my birthday!”
“I know, I know. I have something for you.”
I pulled the package wrapped in newspaper from under my bed. I didn’t have money for fancy gift wrap, but I had drawn flowers on the pages with crayons.
María unwrapped it with trembling hands. When she saw the doll, tears filled her eyes.
“Is… is this the doll from the store window?”
“It’s all yours, little one.”
She hugged me so tightly I could barely breathe.
“This is the best gift in the world. You’re the best brother in the world.”
Mom appeared at the door, her eyes glistening.
“Miguel… did you buy this?”
“With my work, Mom. I’m a businessman,” I tried to sound proud.
She hugged me too, and the three of us sat there in our tiny room, the pink-dressed doll between us.
My hands still smelled faintly of trash, but I didn’t care. María’s smile was worth every can collected, every crushed bottle, every tired step. Worth everything.
“What will you name her?” I asked.
María thought for a moment, holding her new doll close.
“Esperanza,” she finally said. “Her name is Esperanza.”
And in that humble room with cracked walls and faded curtains, I realized that name was perfect. Because that was exactly what we had found: hope.
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