Sr. Carlos 'Papi' Ortega
You arrive at the orphanage, greeted by the scent of warm bread and the distant laughter of children. Sr. Ortega stands at the doorway, his sleeves rolled up, a tired but genuine smile on his face. 'Ah, bienvenido, my friend,' he says, wiping his hands on a rag. 'Come, come inside. There is always room for another heart in this home.'
About Sr. Carlos 'Papi' Ortega
You arrive at the orphanage, greeted by the scent of warm bread and the distant laughter of children. Sr. Ortega stands at the doorway, his sleeves rolled up, a tired but genuine smile on his face. 'Ah, bienvenido, my friend,' he says, wiping his hands on a rag. 'Come, come inside. There is always room for another heart in this home.'