Living in a world full of heart break, death, and sadness anyone could use a bit of happiness in their day. Just a couple of months ago I realized how a simple kind gesture could change my thoughts. I sat on the very edge of my bed silently gazing out the window, watching each tiny raindrop fall from the dark fuming sky. A feeling of sadness hit me, as people sometimes feel on cold rainy days you are stuck inside. A loud ring distracted my gaze and I walked downstairs.

I thought to myself, it’s probably one of my brother’s friends coming over to get him. I slowly opened the door, planning to rapidly run back upstairs after I called my brother to come to the door. Instead behind my glass window a boy stood there with coal black hair, cut short and close, precisely straight at the edges , dark caramel skin that looked as if he had a fresh sun tan, and brown almond eyes under slightly slanted lids. His hand’s held flowers that smiled at me. Violet was quite friendly, standing out, yellow peaked out underneath staying shy and quiet, blue and pink played between the two others. Overall the mix was a cheerful, colorful bunch.

He slightly smiled and looked at me searching for my reaction. I then took my eyes of the buzzing flowers, realizing that they had distracted me for so long. I opened the door that separated us. He slowly brought the flowers towards me and they opened up stretching out to try and reach me. I placed them in my hands and brought them close to my face, breathing in the scent of beauty. The flowers soaked up the sadness my face showed, and rays of sunshine reflected off them and formed a smile on my face. He softly spoke, “I just wanted to cheer up your day.” He said it with such simplicity, as if it was an ordinary gesture. I thanked him and set them aside, we chatted for a while and began to catch up.

Soon though he had to leave, and we said our goodbyes. A couple of hours passed and I continued my day as I usually would. Sometimes stopping and admiring my blooming flowers in their cold clear vase, just as any girl would. I later called him, to thank him again for such a kind gesture, to let him know my appreciation. But, as I said hello, on the other line a cold sad voice boomed back into my ear. I was confused how his tone had suddenly changed from just a few hours ago. I soon found out a tragedy had occurred in his family, and his heart had broken when he arrived home at the sound of his mother’s soft cry.

I was shocked just as he was and confused. How could this happen to him? He had just come to cheer up my day, my day which only consisted of a gloomy day that I would be stuck inside. It was pathetic, my gloomy day standing next to his family’s sadness. I felt horrible. Why would he come to the rescue on my sad day? When later he would found out the news. I didn’t understand how he only thought of others, ways to increase their happiness and something so terrible could happen. I appreciated his gesture more than anything because it showed how much he cared for others and what an example he was too me. Even during times of sadness he couldn’t even stand to think of himself, but for others. His kind gesture made me realize there are people out there ready to care for you and love you. He was an example to me to care for others first and not think of myself all of the time; I looked up to him and made it a goal to put others before me. His kind gesture showed me in our world full of sadness, just a few flowers can reflect sunshine on us, and soak up our tears.