Rosebel Hernandez Gonzalez
I’m on my way to see a friend who lives just off Western Avenue. I usually take Metro to go hang out with him or to Artesia, to visit my girlfriend there.
When I was first getting to know my girlfriend, I was on my way to see her when I realized I didn’t have anything to give her. At that very moment, a man selling roses came into the train car, and I bought a rose for her. He saved me.
