We had talked before
The custodian and I
There was a son in the military
Something about an injury
How was he doing?

“He started in nursing and realized he’d rather be a doctor.”
“Did he have an injury?” I asked.
Alfredo motions to his legs, touching just below his hips.
“He has prosthetic, both legs…
Baghdad, he was in Baghdad.”

We can heal together
Under Alfredo’s Sun