Simple kindness.
He remembered a time when he was a little boy.
He was sitting on a wooden stool in front of a broken window, looking out at the rain falling in great sheets from a cloudy sky.
His mamí stood behind him with her arms around his chest.
"I love you," she whispered in his ear.
Then she walked away and returned to her work cleaning their room and cooking their supper.
In that moment, he knew that he was loved.
He knew he was able to love.
Simple kindness.
He remembered a time when he was a teenager.
He was walking beside his papí in the late afternoon sun down a long row of beans.
"Take my hand and come with me," said his papí.
He took him to a tree and sat down with him under the shade of the giant branches.
He took out a notebook, a notebook filled with words, beautiful words, powerful words, about people and about life, words he had written but never spoken, for he was a quiet person who spoke little and worked a lot.
"These words are for you, my son," he said.
Then he walked away and returned to his work weeding the plants and nurturing the beans.
In that moment, he knew that his own thoughts and words were important.
Simple kindness.
He remembered a time when he was a young man.
He was sitting at the foot of his bed.
Gabby stood before him.
She lowered her dress to the ground.
He saw her naked for the first time.
He looked at her sonrisa, her smile.
It was as if the sun had risen upon him.
He looked at her brown skin.
It was as if the rich soil of the land was before him.
He looked at her body.
He couldn’t breathe for a moment, forvit was as if all the beauty of the universe had settled upon him.
Simple kindness.
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