He came up to me when I was struggling to drag the beach chair down the sand.
Let me help you, he said.
I laughed.
You look like you need help.
He laughed too.
We talked for a long time that day.
The next morning, he offered us a photo together.
- Not a regular photo. I want you to put me on your back.
I laughed so loudly that the holidaymakers around turned around.
- You’re crazy? I’ve been sixty-two years old!
- And I’m so light that I can be carried away by the wind! Let’s prove that age is just a number.
I finally agreed.
He climbed on my back, we both laughed, and one tourist took a picture of us.
In this photo, for the first time in years, I looked really happy.
