Pedro stared at the ceiling, imagining the possibilities that lay beyond the distant horizon. Miguel and Rosa spoke softly, their voices filled with longing and determination.

Pedro sat up with a bold idea forming, the excitement bubbling within him. "I think I know how we can make it to the United States," he mused to himself.

Pedro took a deep breath, facing his family with a plan that seemed outlandish yet thrilling. "What if we hide inside our pinatas to cross the border?" he suggested, excitement and nerves dancing in his voice. "That's... quite an idea," Miguel replied, disbelief mingled with intrigue.

Rosa carefully crafts each pinata, ensuring they are sturdy enough to hold their secret cargo. Luz giggled as she painted bright designs, her laughter a beacon of hope.

Grandma whispered a prayer, her faith unwavering. "Stay quiet, everyone," Miguel instructed, his voice steady despite the tension.

Pedro emerged, a grin spread across his face, feeling the weight of their triumph. "We did it!" he exclaimed, joy and relief flooding the room. "To new beginnings," Miguel toasted, pride shining in his eyes.