Time Given. by August | World Anvil

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Sat 2nd Apr 2022 02:11

Time Given.

by August

It is hard, growing up with nothing, to be the one who gives; almost all pennies earned go towards just making rent, and any leftovers for food. You shirk off any friends you’re lucky to have for a few months when they invite you to eat out because you cannot afford anywhere that they might go, and you could never show your lack of wealth by asking for help with such a seemingly small thing.
 
They wouldn’t let me do that, no matter how hard I pushed them away, even for how hard I tried. For that, I knew that I could never repay them.
 
How could I? Where do you start? How do you appraise such a valuable thing like that? There isn’t a specialist out there that I’m aware of that can hand you over platinum for such trade. And yet somehow that makes it equally obvious what it is that I could do to demonstrate that I appreciate their attention and love.
 
Accept it.
 
Gods, that sounds so common and dull, speaking it out loud, but it’s incredibly genuine in its inclusion. So much of our lives as peasants at the “edge of the world” as they might call it is spent in distrust and hatred. More like a wild animal in that day in and day out is a constant struggle to find food, make sure you don’t die, and that you have a safe place to sleep. How many friendships and “families” are lost to short tempers and uncouth work brought to light?
 
Not this one. They wouldn’t let me leave and I couldn’t bear to bring myself to go either. I could drop almost anyone else at the drop of a coin. But not them.
 
So as much as it’s stupid to say, the time that I spent with them in genuine laughter and love was the greatest gift that I could ever hope to give.