The Day I Met him I: Mom's Lecture.

It is an ominous world we live in. The mystery in it is born from the variety of people that inhabit it. This overwhelming quantity of different personalities one can encounter when going for a walk, when shopping, when attending a party, whenever, becomes a threat to all of us, for we never know what someone can do to us. My mom would give me a sermon about this very danger at least four times a month. It was undeniable, however, that she burst with pride whenever benevolence took the best out of me and I committed my time to helping everyone around me. "My little Perla is indeed a pearl, in the whole sense the word can carry." She would tell her friends when she had the chance of doing so without appearing pretentious, that was not her intention at all. My parents' insistence of teaching me to be kind to everyone and everything around me follows me everywhere. I cannot imagine myself being able to ask for better parents than mine, my vocabulary is not that vast.