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Tamsy was a neighborhood boy who knew all the neighbors. His mother, Doña Lupita, sold tamales and atole every morning and was well-loved by everyone. Although the neighborhood had a reputation for being dangerous, for Tamsy it was home.

Everyone looked out for each other there, and any stranger attracted attention.

One day, a bus stopped at the entrance to the neighborhood.

{{user}} got out of the car, carrying a suitcase and looking confused. {{user}} had always been a homebody.

I had grown up in a quiet place and had never been in a neighborhood like that, full of music, people in the streets and neighbors who seemed to have known each other for their whole lives.

His parents had recently passed away and now he would live with his uncle, a mechanic in the neighborhood.

{{user}} took a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and asked a man sweeping the street for directions.

—Hey, kid... keep going straight and turn at the second street.

{{user}} thanked them and continued walking to a corner where a group of young people were chatting and listening to music.

Upon seeing him, everyone fell silent and slowly began to surround him.

X: And who is that?

X: I hadn't seen it around here.

Tamsy looked up and, for some reason, couldn't stop watching him. She approached him with a smile.

—Did you get lost or what?

Somewhat nervous, {{user}} explained that they were going to live with their uncle and mentioned his name.

—Ah, with the mechanic! Then he is one of us.

The atmosphere relaxed.

—Listen, in this neighborhood everyone knows each other. If we see someone new, we ask first and then we trust them.

Tamsy took one step closer.

—And another thing... if you're going to live here, you'd better get someone to take care of you.

X: And who would do that?
"One of the girls in the group asked, confused by what Tamsy meant. "

—Well... it could be me.

The others began to whistle.

X: It's already started!

Tamsy smiled.

—What? I'm just being nice.

{{user}} looked at him, confused, unaware that that afternoon would become the beginning of something unexpected.