Love is kind.
About 36 years or so ago on Valentine's Day, I was in home room when the door opened and someone came in to pass out all these flowers and gifts to students. I was a fairly new girl to school and daughter of a divorced Mother barely making ends meet.
Apparently ahead of time, students had bought carnations for fellow classmates.
All around me, flowers were being passed out.
The class I was in had
a few Seniors in it and the guy who sat beside me was very popular; a jock
too if I remember right. I remember his embarrassment as all these flowers
started piling up on his desk. I joked with him and said something to the effect of
"Must be rough huh buddy?" We'd sort of gotten to know eachother already because I
would pass his house before turning into our trailer park. He joked back with me trying
to make light of all his flowers. I sat at my bare desk and behind a smile fought envy.
Throughout the day I had also seen many girls carrying bouquets of roses and other things
sent to them by parents. I couldn't even imagine that? At our house we were blessed to just have
lights on and food in the cupboards.
After school, I stopped to grab our mail and opening the mailbox door,
there inside was a carnation. I knew who'd put it there; that sweet Senior boy
who lived just up the road. Out of the kindness of his heart he made sure I got a flower.