At the time, I had no idea that little boy would eventually become one of the most important people in my life too.
The first time I met Tomás, he was only four years old.
He was wearing a dinosaur T-shirt and hiding behind a door.
He watched me as if I were an intruder.
I wanted him to like me.
So I bought him a toy car.
He refused to take it.
For weeks, he barely spoke to me.
I didn’t force him.
Instead, I gave him space.
Sometimes I would sit on the floor and build blocks by myself while he played a few feet away.
One afternoon, he slowly walked over.
He picked up a block.
Then he placed it beside mine.
