Vaguear lay upside down on the worn-out couch, his head dangling over the edge as he flipped through a book he had found at the local library. Words and stories were his escape from the predictable routines of life in their two-bedroom apartment 37 stories up. The sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm, gentle glow that filled the room. He was engrossed in the world of his book when his mother's voice interrupted his reverie.