Every Friday evening, Joaquin, 28, finishes his shift at Disneyland with a sense of pride. As an outdoor snack vendor, he spends the day bringing joy to guests and making the magic real. Then he heads home – just two miles away – to the people who matter most.
He steps through the door of his new, clean two-bedroom apartment to greet his daughter, Isabella, his son, Isaiah, and his wife, Cassandra, 27. The noise of the day fades.
“The best feeling in the world is on Friday, after a great week at work, I know I’m going to see my family at my home,” Joaquin said.
It wasn’t always this way.
Joaquin and Cassandra’s path to that front door was a challenging one that took them from a cramped and dirty shared apartment to a string of motels and, finally, nights spent sleeping in their car – all while trying to stay afloat for their children.
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