El amanecer de un hola

Previously

…He looked at the embossed crest of Meadowbrook University again. It no longer represented a distant, unattainable dream, but a welcoming embrace. He had written his essay not as a plea for acceptance, but as an honest greeting. And, to his utter astonishment, they had said, "Hello." The dawn of his "hola" had finally arrived, not with a bang, but with a wonderfully awkward, perfectly imperfect, and utterly Arthur-like hello.