This is a guest post from Israel Aiesha of Habitat for Humanity. That’s what my Soachan grandmother told me upon departing her home and “almost complete” flooring. I took a quick glance at her as I knew what was coming next. I have a soft spot for those who give of themselves to show gratitude, often giving what they don’t have, what I believe to be love of purest form. Why must I travel so far to find such love? I go to hug mi abuela and immediately I melt like an ice cube on the sidewalk of a hot Texan day. Does she not know how much she and her grandson have fed my soul? How dare I walk away from her unfinished floor! How must I show her my gratitude? Please wrap your hands around this woman and her child oh God. Hold me accountable for what I have seen and experienced here.