Ariche Point of View

"Seems like my intelligence is too much handle." I mumbled to myself and sighed.

After the crowd that were after me were satisfied with the answers I gave and let me live for few more years.

That was what I was talking about! People just go around in anger aggressively just because they did not hear the words what they wanted to.

When you go to a counselor for therapy, you have to be prepared with few facts and bitter truths to hear which you might not want to.

Now that I gave them a good analogy of how my therapy would affect them and how it is not bad to think pessimistically, they were quite satisfied and left without a word back.

Turning towards the person I made friends with in the last twenty minutes, I asked "So what did you say you name was?"

"Nothing." He answered back.

"Ah, that's a good name. Are you a pessimer too?" Leaning towards him, my face was close to his. He leaned away from me but before he is out of reach, I stretched my hand and caught his locks of tiled dirty hair in my hand and lifted them above from his face to see what he looks like completely.

His dirt tiled locks covered half of his face that made me wonder if he has any skin under those locks or was it just the hair and hair.

"A what? And no my name is not nothing for goodness sake." He exclaimed and stuttered pushing my hand away from his face.

"A pessimer. I found that word. It is still not listed in dictionaries but we can still use it. A pessimer is a person who is pessimistic in nature and possibly without nature too." I explained.

Settling my back against the tree, I took my bag and went through it. Upon finding what I want, I spread a small blanket before us and placed the food box I brought with me along with a few disposable paper plates.

"What are you doing?" Not answering to him in words, I served the sandwiches and fruits in two plates, one for him and one for me.

"Mr. Nothing but Beggar, what would one do with food on plate which is on blanket?" I tsked the pitiable ignorant man shoving a plate of food towards him.

"Come on let's eat." I said taking a big bite of sandwich along with green veggies salad.

When I saw he did not even move an inch, I looked up at him from my plate and noticed him looking at me with a twisted mouth and narrowed eyes.

The twist of his mouth is telling me he is confused.

"Why would you eat here with me? I'm a beggar; filthy and stinky."

"Yes you are." I replied popping a cherry tomato inside my mouth.

"Then why?"

"Because you are my next target."

"I think I heard you wrong." As a very famous and wise psychologist, I know that tone. He is baffled.

"What did you hear?"

"That I'm your next target." He answered pulling his rag of his baggy pants from under my bag.

"Then you heard me right. I'm going to be kind to you."I announced and raised my head to see that he is still sitting before me with a puzzled and ridiculed frown while people who passed us took a moment to watch us and then walked away mumbling something to themselves.

"Excuse me? What do you mean by that?" Completing my share of food, I packed everything back in my back leaving his share on the blanket and took the water bottle to have some water.

Having my stomach full, I'm now ready to spend my kindness!

"I want to be kind to you."

"Why?"

"Because I want to. I like being kind. I'm a social service person and would like to be kind to you and give you a better source of life." Mr. Beggar heaved loudly for a few times and rubbed his head for a minute before he looked at me seriousness.

Seriousness coated with dirt.

"I'm appalled by you, girl. You have been here not more than half an hour but I can still tell you that I haven't seen or met one like you till now." Mr. Beggar said with passion. "Please leave. I'm not in neither your better source of life nor your kindness." He shoo-ed me away standing up from the place to leave.

Did he leave? No. I didn't let him.

Once I set my eyes on a target and set my heart to spend my kindness, no one can stop me. Not even the target himself.

So I caught his hand and pulled him down roughly into a sitting position near me.He fell beside me with a thump.

He looked at me in shock and snatched his arm out of mine. I know why he is strong. He must be surprised at how a slim girl like me could pull a huge house like man so easily.

The answer is simple. I'm strong. I eat a lot and eat some really good food.

"What is your problem woman! I don't want to leave begging so just go away!" I looked at him for a moment before replying him.

His query is reasonable.

"You don't have to leave begging to live better. You find a better source of life and still beg as a hobby and passion."

I mean, let's face it! I'm good at coming up with solutions.

His problem is that he is too attached to his current profession which is not at all wrong. So I told him he can still continue but at the same time have a shelter and shower too.

"You don't seem to be a person to see reasons. You call yourself proud pessimist, don't know? Then why I say I can't, shouldn't you be happy and leave me?"

That is right but there is a problem here.

"Oh, today I'm challenged to be a positive person by my soul sister. So I have to force myself to think that you can. Now that I forced myself to think you can then you definitely can."

"Why should it be today?" He mumbled to himself but I still heard it because I have good hearing.

"So tell me how you became a beggar?" I asked taking a piece of apple from his plate and pushed it into his mouth.

He is a shy person. I can clearly see he has no much wits and is depending on luck.

No, I have to make a better person out of him. Because today, I'm a positive person.

"Alright I give in. I come from a beggar's family. I have no family and has been alone from several years. I'm continuing the legacy of my family. My father took a promise from me before he left me to be a homeless person here and continue our family heritage. So you see; I cannot leave begging."

Ah, sounds like a powerful family!

They even have a legacy and rules. No wonder I felt his determination from his stinky breath.

But then again, I still want to be kind to him. How can I be kind to him without breaking his family legacy?

"Then I cannot stop you from fulfilling your family promise." I muttered still thinking of a way to help him.

Should I talk to authorities and provide a small hut for him in the park itself?

Nah, people will not give him money seeing his hut.

Should I bring food and some money every day or every week to keep him full and well clothed?

No, then he will not have any motivation to beg.

Wait, what if I give him another legacy?

Brilliant! Amazingly thought!

"So you are going and not coming again?" He asked with hope but I shook my head and broke his hope.

I felt sorry too but being a temporary optimistic person, finding a way for a problem is what I should do now.

"Actually no. You cannot break you promise or your family legacy but you can still follow another legacy right?" I said as a wise tone squeaked out of my mouth.

He didn't say anything. He didn't look anywhere. His eyes are wide and looking at me dead.

"My family did not leave me any other legacy." He answered which only evoked a smile from me.

"Not that family though." At my words, he looked worriedly at me and ran his tongue over his dry pale dirtied lips.

"What do you mean?"

"Note down this quote, it will help you in future." I said clearing my throat. 'A person with a legacy is driven. A person with a family is given. But a person with only legacy but no family is a ruin. When given a family with new legacy, that person will now be in Britain; which is you'

I quoted with a proud smug wise smile.

"Huh?"

"I'm going to give you a family and a new legacy to work on." I simplified for the pitiable ignorant man.

He lacks quick wits so I need to simplify everything until I give him some basic knowledge.

"I don't think I understood you. How will you give me a family?"

Yet again I smiled at him with immense amount of wisdom shining in my eyes. Pushing a small piece of sandwich inside his agape mouth, I told him my decision which made him spew out the food and cough violently.

"I will adopt you."

And so I passed the positive day with flying birds and an adopted on toe.

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