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El primer recuerdo que tengo de mi abuelo es de un momento que compartimos juntos. Estoy sentado sobre sus rodillas, mirando hacia la bahía. El abuelo está fumando una pipa, mientras señala al horizonte. —Mira, Walt. Nuestros barcos está allá afuera. Y, algún día, un barco aún más hermoso que los nuestros aparecerá por el horizonte. Un barco poderoso que nos llevará bien lejos de aquí. —¿Por qué no navegamos nosotros mismos? —quiero saber. —Porque ella nos prometió que volvería —responde el abuelo—. Y confiamos en esa promesa. Sólo los Impíos creen que pueden...

When Gladys Elizabeth is disappointed with the shoes that her mother picks out for her she tries to get rid of them, until she learns something about gratitude that changes the way she feels about them.

The scatterbrained protagonist of this wordless tale can’t find his glasses anywhere. Not under the table, not in the refrigerator . . . not even in his dog’s mouth, a repository for all sorts of things, from butterflies to mobile phones. Children will have fun taking in the quirky details of the main character’s home as his search becomes increasingly desperate—and ends in an ironic conclusion. The lack of text makes this a perfect book both for kids not quite old enough to read as well as older children looking to stretch their imaginations. El despistado protagonista de este cuento ...

Every Sunday, the children gathered on a park bench to hear their grandfather's stories of pirates or childhood memories--until one day when he was taken to the hospital and everything changed.