Miguel Dia - D12 - Fin CB

On his birthday in the spring, I would buy him books, because that was what he loved to do.  Read.  Learn.  Discuss.  Sometimes it got heated between us, but we always found a middle ground that we could agree on.  Together.

”Kiss me hard before you go.”  That was what I said to him before I left for the coal mines that day.  I hated it, but it did provide enough for us to survive.  The old shack that we occupied didn’t have much to it, but we made it work.  All I really needed was him by my side and really, the shack felt like a mansion.  Even in the hot summer rays of twelve.

When the leaves changed, we worked harder.  Mostly because we needed to find a way to get more firewood without having to steal from some of our neighbors.  Though we did anyway sometimes because it gave us something to laugh about.

And in the cold months where we huddled together, our barely covered bodies seemed to be enough to make us feel warm.  I would lay there with him for hours, trying to think of every way I could express how I loved him.

And I would continue to love him, now and forever.