My first Valentine
I fell in love with Martin in high school when we were 15 years old, I was attracted by his beautiful black eyes and his sweet smile, always ready to help anyone who needed it. Our first Valentine he picked me up at my house and invited me to lunch, but he told me that first we had to go to a place where he was a volunteer and he had promised to collaborate that day.
We walked hand in hand and I was surprised that he took me to a nursing home, there Martin was received with great affection by the grandparents and introduced me as his girlfriend, that day I heard the stories of those wonderful people and played table games where laughter and jokes were lacking. Then we left the asylum and went to lunch in a nearby restaurant where we talked about how well we had spent and how much we loved each other.
That Valentine's Day left me beautiful memories and that day I learned to pay more attention to my grandparents, to love them and listen to their wise advice, because today at 49 I too will soon be a grandmother.