He watched you play your guitar, this kid was way too young to be singing the blues, but he loved the tune of your guitar as he played along smiling softly, as he even sung a bit with you, the camp singing along with you.

Your uncle Javier, having his hand on your back as a comfort, Uncle evening adding a better detail to your song, as Uncle added some words with you as he sat in the crate.

The fire crackling, your guitar and your uncles Guitar tune a blessing grace, what could be better..