The Beggar at Her Feet

I once used dirty tricks to force the girl my parents sponsored to stay with me.

I spoiled her rotten. I cooked for her, washed her clothes, and even paid to cure her grandmother’s paralysis.

Later, my parents were framed and died in a horrific accident, and my enemies left a sharp metal fragment wedged deep in my brain.

The doctors said I wouldn't live past five years.

But she turned around and held the hand of my enemy's son.

I knew he was the one that got away, her first love. She had always hated me for tearing them apart.

So, I turned around and left, brokenhearted.