Once upon a time there was a boy, Ricardo Martinez. Ricky, the name by which most people knew him, was a skinny twelve-year-old Hispanic boy. He was five feet seven inches tall with long, shaggy hair. Ricky lived with a family of five with two loving parents and two mischievous younger brothers. He and his family lived in the poorest area of ​​Mexico. They wore rags as clothes, ate bread rations as food, drank dirty water from a nearby river, and occasionally drank milk if their parents had enough money to afford it. One day, Ricardo's birthday had arrived, and Ricardo was expecting to receive a toy that he had been asking for from his parents for a long time. She saw him one day while running errands for her father at a small shop not too far from where she lived. He was a red Power Ranger who shot a red laser from his wrist when a button on his back was pressed. Ricky remembered admiring the toy that day as its shiny plastic glistened in the hot sun and couldn't wait to receive it. However, this was not the case at all. Instead, Ricardo's parents had given him a pair of used leather shoes...