Over the weekend, I had plans with a few friends of mine but they were cancelled since the main person planning everything had to stay off her feet for a few days.
I felt bad knowing she would be indoors the entire weekend without being able or even capable to do much.
She apologized via text message about not being able to go out and I knew she felt really bad.
I quickly asked her if she needed anything and if she’d like any company on Sunday. She was so eager and loved the idea of having company. I told her I would bake or cook for her while she rest at home and she got even more excited.
When Sunday came around, I decided to take the original group of friends who we made plans with earlier that week over to her house to show her how much we appreciated her and how staying in with her is just as much fun as going out with her.
My friend is a young dear sister who suffers with arthritis. Her name is Kim.
I know what you’re thinking, older people are the ones who normally suffer with arthritis. But in this case, she is very young and very strong but from time to time, she has to go to treatment which leaves her feeling weak and unable to stand for long periods of time.
And this weekend was one of those times.
Before we all made the trip to her house, we stopped at a grocery store.
We picked up a few groceries to make her some home cooked Torta’s.
We even thought of dessert and picked up some, “Pan Dulce,” or sweet bread.
Before we left the store, we also picked up some flowers for our sweet sister.
Once we finally reached her house, we all gave her a warm embrace and greeted her family. They led us into the kitchen where I gave Kim a wrapped gift and we all began to prep our meal. In between cooking, we were listening to Bachata music and singing along and while I was not dancing, the rest of the group was.
Once we finished cooking, we all sat down to eat together but before doing so, my best friend Javier opened with a lovely prayer.
Our hard work in the kitchen paid off, our Torta’s were delicious.
Once the movie was finished we graciously thanked her for letting us come over and spend the evening with her. Before letting us leave, Kim asked if we could stay and see her open the gift I got her. (It was a book of French love poems. She loves poetry.)
We hugged one last time and thanked her family for letting us come over again and we headed home.
Once I was home and in bed, I received a kind text message from Kim with a picture of her accompanied with tea and her book. She thanked me a numerous amount of times for visiting her, cooking for her, surprising her with gifts, and making her feel so loved. She told me how happy she was and how much better and stronger she was feeling.
I’ve come to realize that when you’re younger, you need just as much love, attention, and affection as you do when you’re older on in life.
“Each one helps his companion
And says to his brother: ‘Be strong.'”