This I believeA Story by HoneyEnglish. "Write about something you believe in."I’m not so sure when it happened or how. All that I know is that somehow I had gone from sitting by myself and remaining in stolid silence for days on end to accompanying this small, shrewish child around the playground. She often smiled at me and told me stories and jokes even though the most I could return to her was a frown and silence. As days passed and we played in the small, wilting, sky blue house that smelled of rotten milk and among the tall, forest green azalea bushes, I grew to appreciate her company. I was no longer alone, and I had found another body to collaborate with. What was better was that she genuinely seemed to enjoy my company. She did not tolerate me simply because there was no better solution. She got on well enough with the other girls, showing them as much kindness as the showed me, and she had no trouble interacting with them. Instead she demonstrated affection towards me and pure appreciation towards our talks about “nothing of consequence,” as I described it to my mother. She was understanding when I told her I could no longer play with her, though she took it with sadness. She didn’t pressure me to continue the friendship because she knew it would cause me difficulties. She always thought of what was best for me, even if that meant she had fewer friends. This “small, shrewish girl” was, in my mind, the zenith of humanity, for the worth of a person lies not in how they look, how strong they are, or how much wealth they possess. Their worth is determined instead by their actions and the way they treat others, be they friends, foes, family, lovers, or complete strangers. The best people in the world are the kindest. This I believe. © 2014 HoneyAuthor's Note
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