He remembered when he was a little boy.
He sat on a wooden stool in front of a broken window, and looked out at the rain falling in great sheets from the cloudy sky.
His mamí stood behind him, her arms gently 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 when he was a teenager.
He walked beside his papí in the late afternoon sun down a long row of tomatoes.
"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 it’s giant branches.
He took out a notebook, a notebook filled with words, beautiful words, powerful words, about people, about life, words he wrote but never spoke, for he was a quiet person who spoke a 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 tomato plants..
In that moment, he knew that his own thoughts and words were important.
Simple kindness.
He remembered when he was a young man.
He sat 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 stared at her sonrisa, her smile.
It was as if the sun had risen on him.
He stared at her brown skin.
It was as if the rich soil of the ground was before him.
He stared at her body.
He couldn’t breathe for a long moment.
It was as if all the beauty of the world settled around them.
Simple kindness.
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