33 ~ Build a Raft and Ride the Waves

Asha was still mush by the time Young had returned from the kitchen and it brought him a fulfilling kind of satisfaction. Enjoying the way that she was letting him lead and leaning into being taken care of, he fed her a few pieces of watermelon and made her drink a few sips of water. It was a rare moment for her to allow him this privilege, there was only a handful of times Young could remember over their life. Almost every other time happened only when she was in a time of crisis. It was a nice change of pace to finally give her this when things were working for her better, even though technically, this could also be considered to be a time of crisis.

She was just happy to no longer be weighed down by the stresses of life, even if it was just for this moment. Worry was ingrained into the human condition by our own design and complacency. Her caring heart and yearning for the keys out of the rat race, hopefully hidden in the truths she kept finding through reading and research, was dr