MARK POV

I feel so lucky to be a part of Mandy´s life. I don´t know why she chose me, I mean, there is nothing special about me.

And everything is alive and beautiful around her. And I don´t mean just limos and choppers. It´s more than material things. She can make you feel good even if you are riding an old bicycle. It is herself that adds to things, not the other way around.

It became very clear to me when she invited me to go with her to the Don Bosco shelter.

She happens to go there, every last Sunday of the month. Forty-six orphans live there and she interacts with them. Mandy does voluntary work, as I found out.

“I mainly play yard games with them. So, we exercise and practice math.” She sweetly explained to me.

“Math?”

“Yes. I adjusted the games a little. In this way, we challenge the body and the brain.”

And thus, it was. Children would be jumping rope and reciting the multiplication table.

When anybody