He would whisper in my ear, lower than the teacher’s lecture, of course.
So much of what he said was one way conversation, as I sometimes didn’t know how to fix what was wrong, or what to say to bring back his smile, and gleam in his eye.
When he was challenged with his punishment of receiving a kiss from a girl, or some other dire consequence, I jumped at the opportunity to have justice served upon him.
I elbowed every girl in the room until I was front and center in front of him. He spend most of his childhood in our alphabet circle also, though he wasn’t as chatty as the rest of us.
Though New York City was probably the desired destination, we had our fair share of Puerto Rican families that remained behind in my little industrial corner of the world, and for that, I’m grateful.