Kindness Artinya Novels & Stories

This time, I didn't hesitate to shove her away and said dispassionately, "I'm afraid we don't have the right to interfere in family affairs." Francesca clearly didn't expect me to be so heartless. Still, she didn't give up just yet as she clung to my pant leg once more. "Please, sir. I have nowhere else to go. Are you going to just watch him beat me to death?" The look she was giving me was the same one she'd given me in my previous life. The same fear. The same desperate hope that I'd take her under my wing. However, I didn't even bother sparing her a glance. "Call the cops if you're so scared. Do I look like one to you?"

I do not deserve any of this. Ela sat down on the bench across from him. The stone was cold, even through her coat. She placed her hands on her belly, where the baby was quiet now, lulled by her steady heartbeat. Kindness is not about deserving, she said. Kindness is about choosing to be kind even when the other person has not earned it. That is what makes it kindness. Otherwise, it is just payment.

"She's already dealing with enough—can't you show some compassion?" As I watched this all play out, it hit me that I had been reborn. The same thing happened in my past life. Everyone at the hospital praised Mom and Dad as models of medical kindness—too gentle to watch patients suffer. They used our savings to help anyone in need, and our living room was always overflowing with thank-you certificates. Their colleagues loved them, too, since they were always picking up extra work and treating everyone's problems like their own. My whole life, I was taught to be understanding—understand how tough life was for others, and how hard Mom and Dad worked. But why did no one ever try to understand me

"Please, miss… My mom's still in there. I'm a little man; I have to protect her. Just give us one, please…" "Iris, give it to him." I hadn't even spoken yet when my best friend, Eliza Pearl, already had tears welling up in her eyes, as if they might spill at any second. "They say a real man never kneels unless he has to—this guy's willing to throw away his pride just to save people. Besides, we've got two detonators anyway… Maybe one would be enough? "Why don't we give him one? It's the apocalypse—if we're all still human, shouldn't we be helping each other?"

The past and the present are here in this moment +-+---+-+-&-----&--+---&&----&---&&& I was about six years old when I realised what freedom was. And before that, I used to think freedom is an object that everyone must have. So that they can believe what's like to breathe in the air which is not consumed with blood. I was six when I ran after a flying kite. The kite was flowing in all directions of wind but I was afraid of it. I didn't want it to fall on the ground to be fragile. I wanted it to land on my tiny hands so I could understand what it was.

“But if the people in the house dread seeing you every morning, eventually none of the work matters anymore.” I study him more closely. “And what if the people in the house are difficult?” A faint smile crosses his face. “Then I’d remind myself that I’m working in their home, not fighting for territory in it.” I smile despite myself. Before responding, I turn toward the older woman. “And you?” She folds her hands neatly in her lap. “Kindness,” she answers without hesitation. “A home without kindness feels cold no matter how beautiful it is. Children, old people… they remember how you treated them long after they forget the work you did.”

"It can't be easy for you. I know that. I want you to understand that I do know that." "Everyone's been very kind," I said. "Kindness." She turned the word over like she found it a little cheap. "Kindness is easy for a season. What a family needs, what children need, is stability. Consistency. Someone who can be fully present, every day, without, " She stopped herself. Delicately. Let the sentence hang there, unfinished, so I'd complete it in my own head with the word she was too well-bred to say.

] I replied with a smiling emoji. Kindness needs boundaries. And if people want warmth to last, they need rules too. After everything that happened, my life had finally found its balance. I kept my kindness. I just learned how to make it go further.