Yesterday night I found out about the death of a guy I knew, we were even classmates in one or two classes a few years ago. I sadly don’t have the luck to call him my friend, we never were that close, I hardly ever talked to him. But from the little time I spent around him, I can tell he was a good guy.
I have yet to learn where he was from, when he first arrived to my high school he didn’t even know spanish and he was so shy… But I remember him trying his best, working so hard to be able to communicate with people. I remember passing him by in the corridors and him saying “Hola, Agostina” with a cute accent and a huge smile on his face, that always made me happy.
I also remember hearing about his family and how he had to help his mother and take care of his siblings, because his father was not much around. More than once I saw him missing class to take his little brother to kindergarten or picking him up and taking him home.
His life was tough back then, but he always had a smile to share with anyone who would look him in the eyes. He was pure, nice to everyone, always cheerful. If only more people were like that…
I’ll finish this here, with my eyes watering but still smiling to the memory of a guy who only gave me happiness, if only for a few seconds, whenever he could.
Wherever you are, thank you.
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