A new friend from across the border

Because I am housed in a two-man cell I can separate myself form everyone else when I want to read or study. But that means I have a lot of interaction with my cellmate. Luckily, I have a great cellie from what I can tell so far.

Rivas is a Mexican national who doesn't speak much English. When I arrived he was on his hands and knees sweeping and mopping the cell with a towel. (We've made an agreement that we clean the cell every other day.) He greeted me right away and told me I could use his hotpot and radio whenever he wasn't using them.
This was great because it will probably take me a while to get my own. That first night he gave me some food because I didn't come with any. I didn't even ask for anything.

I can tell I've been blessed with a good cellie. I hope I can be a blessing to him, too.