One day I sat with his wife, who sometimes just waits near him, or brings him a drink, and asked her his story. It's only been three years since he's been deaf and blind, and she's been faithful to take care of him.
Yesterday I sat with her for what may be the last time, and told her I'd be leaving soon. I slipped some bills in her hand, and the same way her husband always does, she said over and over, "Gracias mami, gracias mami."
I don't think I'll forget that man... the man that touches my heart.