by whirlawind » Tue Dec 15, 2015 7:05 am
Claud was a bit surprised when a girl approached him. "Yes ma'am that's me!" He raised an eyebrow as she mentioned a job. "A job hm? Guess rumors of my work habits are spreading!" He joked. He stood up and pulled a notepad out of his back pocket. "I'm available on Wednesdays if that works." He offered glancing back down at the girl, whom was much shorter then him when he was standing.
"-αη∂ ѕєє ησ ℓσηgєя вℓιη∂є∂ ву συя єуєѕ."
~яυρєят вяσσкє
I think people are a lot like kintsugi pieces, broken and repaired in a way that is unique to them and beautiful. We should always remember to recognize the broken pieces of others and to be empathetic. Don’t forget to celebrate your own chips, cracks, and broken pieces and repair them with gold.