Every morning I would join them sitting in the garage sipping cups of coffee that Ricco brew for us. Sat on top of a small wooden chair, leg crossed, and glued to the same position for hours.
As the day goes by, the three of us drove our car to a canola field just by the main street, hopped across the fence and took a stroll on the infinite lines of the yellow flower, calmly loosen our hands and let the sense sensed. That little walk around the field made us feel more of being a human.
Ricco and Olivia left a heart warming impression on me. I didn’t get to meet much people who are as real and honest as they do. It’s a honesty about themselves, being authentic, being a person as the real them. It touches me when people open themselves, and dare to be vulnerable. Personally, it is an act of courage, it is an act that I am trying to root more to myself.