Little Gentlemanly Ways

I remember always having him as a shoulder to lean and cry on. All growing up he was my rock, my support system. I could tell him anything and he never made me feel stupid only loved. I remember one time in particular his mother was taking a group of us somewhere and the two of us were sitting in the very back of the van. I was telling him about something mean another child had said to me that day. He just looked at me for a minute without saying anything at all then he reached up and rubbed my ear and somehow that little action just made everything better. We were about 6 and 7 then.