In the quiet moments of my reflection, like this afternoon, when the world seems to pause and the noise fades away, a profound question emerges from the depths of my soul: How many people can I claim truly care about me? Not just the ones who bring laughter and joy into my life, nor merely those I hold dear and trust implicitly. But those rare souls who feel a genuine elation when I bask in happiness and success, and who share in my sorrow when I am hurt or facing life’s trials.

These are the people who, without hesitation, would set aside their own lives, even if just for a while, to walk beside me in my journey. They are the ones who see my struggles as their own, who offer their strength when mine wanes, and who find solace in my triumphs. Their care is not bound by convenience or proximity, but by a deep, unwavering connection that transcends the ordinary.

In a world where relationships often skim the surface, these individuals dive into the depths, embracing the full spectrum of my existence. They are the silent guardians of my heart, the steadfast anchors in the storm, and the gentle hands that lift me when I falter. Their presence is a testament to the beauty of true, selfless care—a rare and precious gift that illuminates the path of my life with its unwavering light.

© Beatriz Esmer