José Pablo, his tanned skin and freckled cheeks radiant under the sun, arranges the shells they've collected over the past week.
"Look, Andrés, that one looks like a tiny sunset,"
Andrés, with his bright eyes and light complexion, smiles as he brushes the sand off another shell.
"It's perfect! Someone's going to love it,"
Fátima, in her playful summer dress and woven hat, steps forward first, her bright smile leading the way.
"Are these shells for sale?"
Laila, with her curly hair and vibrant swim suit, stands beside her, nodding eagerly.
"Yes, they are! We found them ourselves,"
"I once found a shell that looked like a dragon's eye,"
"That's amazing! Last summer, I saw a starfish with seven legs,"
"I bet it was a magical starfish,"
"Catch me if you can!"
"I'm right behind you!"
"Let's see who can find the biggest splash,"
"You're on!"
"Today was the best,"
"And we made new friends,"
"We should do this again sometime,"
"Definitely. Next time, maybe we can find that dragon-eye shell,"
















