Then she asked whether I’d help replace the old dock next spring.
Prometí que lo haría.
Last week, I visited the lake alone.
The afternoon was cold, but the sky was clear.
I parked beside the cabin and walked down toward the water.
Where the pavilion once stood, fresh grass was beginning to grow.
Me senté en el viejo muelle de madera que mi abuelo había construido.
Entonces tomé la carta de mi madre de mi chaqueta.
I keep it in a protective sleeve now.
Near the end was a sentence I’d read so many times I knew it by heart.
Diane, Thomas se convertirá en un hombre amable. Por favor, nunca dejes que nadie lo convenza de que ser amable significa ser débil.
He leído esas palabras de nuevo.
Then I looked across the lake.
My father had spent years trying to convince me that kindness was a flaw.
