The wrinkles quickly vanished from his young face, which was already furrowed with deep wrinkles like veins ore, and a burst of tenderness filled his eyes.
He readily accepted his young family's loving welcome.
Little Juan was waiting at the door of the house as he did every afternoon.
curious eyes, quite strong for his age and with feet that loved to walk. For him, the mine had no secrets.
he knew every inch of the mine and all of its mysteries. He was a talkative child whose constant chatter could be interrupted only by smiles.