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We came to the United States from Guadalajara, Mexico in search of a better life. My mother learned English and became a citizen three years ago, and my father is a legal resident. She is a housekeeper and he is an auto mechanic.
While Paraguay lies in the center of South America, it has never really been the center of many people’s radar. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was born there, it probably wouldn’t ring a bell for me.
My friends and family call me Maggie. I lost both my parents to AIDS, so I live with my grandmother. And I live with my brother, Sankho, and my sister, Grace. We don’t have much at all. One dress is all the clothes I have. It was given to me a year ago for school.
In early June, more than 40 of my Random House Children’s Books colleagues and I had the opportunity to pick up hammers, pick axes and power tools and get dirty in a way we don’t usually get at our desk jobs in publishing.
Throughout neighborhoods in Eastern Europe and Central Asia, the words “crumbling” and “apartment buildings” frequently seem inseparable. Many of these high-rises, built during the Communist era, have fallen into disrepair.
For 28 years, former U.S. President Jimmy Carter and his wife Rosalynn have faithfully volunteered with Habitat for Humanity.
When we established the national Cars for Homes program, we created a way for people to donate their used cars, trucks, boats, RVs and other vehicles to help build homes and improve neighborhoods right in their local communities.