Isa held Mateo's hand tightly, feeling the chill of the city seep into her bones. Everything was so different here compared to Puerto Rico, where the air always smelled of café con leche, and her abuelas' warm hugs were never far away. Here, she felt small and invisible amidst the towering buildings and constant noise.

Isa sighed, glancing at Gabriel in his highchair while Mateo struggled with his homework at the table. The weight of responsibility pressed down on her, and she longed for the carefree days under the mango trees. "How did I get here?" she whispered, feeling the burden of her new life.

Isa and Mateo found solace here, surrounded by books that promised new worlds and better understanding. Isa clutched her new library card, a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty. "You're like a superhero, Isa," Mateo said, grinning up at her.

Isa's heart skipped as she heard Papi's voice, a wave of longing crashing over her. "Mi Muneca, how are you?" he asked, his voice warm and familiar. Hope unfurled within her as he spoke of a summer return to Puerto Rico.

Isa ran to Papi, feeling the weight of the city life lift as she embraced him. "Welcome home, mi Muneca," he whispered. The familiar warmth of the island enveloped her, a balm to her weary soul.

Papi looked at her with pride. "You've grown so much," he said, as Isa leaned against him. She realized the city had not broken her; it had shaped her resilience and love for her family. Here, surrounded by love and hope, she knew she was home.