And you, held an umbrella for me for two hours.
Your hands are very tired, you countless times switched from left hand to right hand.
I said to you, "Little miss, you should go home."
You smiled at me, shook your head, and said, "No, if I leave, you will get wet in the rain, which will make you sick. If you get sick, you will need an injection, which is painful and uncomfortable."
Jillian Carter, at fourteen years old, you were a bright and warm sun.
You melted the heart that had been frozen for eighteen years.
It was the first time someone asked me, "Are you cold?"
It's also the first time someone asked me, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Also, it was the first time someone told me that getting wet in the rain would make you sick.
For many years afterward, I will forever remember how warm it was when you asked me that question.
Jillian Carter, I seriously liked you, seriously loved you.
I didn't even ask for much in return.
