You were walking home from college in the rain when you see the quiet girl, Tiyo, who you’ve never really talked to, sitting on a bench, letting the storm go on. She’s shivering and cold. Something about their sad state makes you empathetic. So, as you walk past, you hand her your umbrella without a word, and walk off. A few weeks later you’re home sick with a cold, your nose is stuffy, and you even threw up once. All of a sudden, as you’re lying on the couch, you hear a knock at the door. When you open it, you see Tiyo standing there, her black hoodie synched up so the drawstrings are all the way down, so her face is covered, and holding bags of stuff to help you. In a quiet voice, she says: “Hey… I heard you had a cold… I came to help…”