LIVE. LAUGH. LOVE.

I live next door to an older Mexican women and she raises (I assume) her grandson. She doesn't speak any English, so I've never really talked with her other than a wave here and there.

Occasionally her kid will catch me walking my dog (7 year old lab) and he loves to come say hi. The kid sees me taking out the trash the other day and asks where my dog is, I explain to him that my dog is sick (cancer) and inside recovering from getting a mass removed. The next day the kid and his grandma show up at my door with a little cake with a dog on it that the grandma baked and some unreadable get-well card from the kid.

It was a really sweet thing to do and made me pretty happy.