Crying at the kindness of a hospitalera.
My son had gone lame from tendinitis, and I had left him 2km back and come in to get a bed, leave my pack, and go back to carry his pack and help him hobble in. Instead, she arranged a cab to pick him up. Then, after I got him settled, she brought out a bag of frozen vegetables for his knee. It was so old and used that the label was completely worn off. When I went to do laundry, she gently scolded me and sent me back to care for my son, and even with everything she had to do, she washed, dried, and folded our laundry personally. She even refused to let me pay for the laundry. In the face of her kindness, in the midst of the lobby, everything from the prior two weeks, all the exhaustion and worry for my son, it all caught up with me and I wept. She just patted me on the cheek and sent me back to care for Kaleb.