Valentino and I sit on the bench, and I extend my arm, hoping to get the right picture. I’m about to snap one no matter how shitty it is when someone taps my shoulder. It’s an older Latino man sitting beside a young curly-haired kid in glasses; I’m guessing father and son but definitely family. “Would you like some help?” the man asks. “Oh, uh, sure. You don’t mind?” “Not at all.” We step aside so the man and the kid can get down easily. The kid seems a little jumpy, like he’s about to hide behind the man. I’m guessing he’s like nine or ten. “It’s okay, Mateo,” the man says.
NEEEEJ SLUUUTAAAAA 😭😭😭😭😭
