But the Ames I’ve seen in the last forty-eight hours isn’t the same guy I met in the hall of my high school over a year ago now. This Ames was a compassionate, caring man who wanted to make others happy and not himself. He really was a changed man. “That he is, my dear. And that is all because of you.” “Ohh! Stop that already. I hate it.” “Wish I could.” Me too. Ames stared at both of us. I relented my hold on someone else knowing my thoughts. “I just marveled over in my head how much you’ve change recently and how much I love that you are kinder and care about others. You aren’t so sad anymore.” He blinked rapidly. “You love me weak?” Oh my. “No, Ames. I don’t think you’re weak at all.” I sighed thinking it would have been nice if his grandmother would have kept her nose in her own business. Of course, she was smirking at me. “I meant that you were in pain for years and couldn’t see that others needed you. Now you seem to just permeate a caring attitude towards helping others and see very little of yourself.”
