Alistair placed the charcoal and pad down and leaned back on his hands when Rexanna spoke. As she spoke of her affinity for gold he smirked. "I never knew my family. I was left at the doorstep, discarded. Never really learned to appreciate much of anything really.
When your own family doesn't want you, it's difficult to grow up with such values as appreciating what you have...spent the better portion of my youth in gutters and rooftops.
Kicked at, spit on...than someone found me, gave me a life...He was wise and generous..." He reflected with a faint smile.
"He insisted I strive for more. Saw I knew my way around the arts. Painting, literature...lost myself in countless works."
He was rambling, and this time he was smart enough to catch himself. "Have you adjusted? To the freedom that came with arriving here? Or is there always a lingering need to please or serve. Putting others ahead of yourself."
When your own family doesn't want you, it's difficult to grow up with such values as appreciating what you have...spent the better portion of my youth in gutters and rooftops.
Kicked at, spit on...than someone found me, gave me a life...He was wise and generous..." He reflected with a faint smile.
"He insisted I strive for more. Saw I knew my way around the arts. Painting, literature...lost myself in countless works."
He was rambling, and this time he was smart enough to catch himself. "Have you adjusted? To the freedom that came with arriving here? Or is there always a lingering need to please or serve. Putting others ahead of yourself."
