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Current Date: January 9, 2024
Character: Osiris Ikin
Race: Human
Age: 22
Current residence: New York City, New York
Coming across someone who is genuinely willing to help me with no strings attached whatsoever is very strange for me. All of my younger years, up until Francis took notice of me and Edgar along with Leslie took me out of the school, I was fending for myself. Even at the school in the big city, I preferred to keep to myself though there were times when I allowed myself to spend time with others—not Francis, Shaw, or Zander. It was rare though and I better spent my time with the ones I felt safe around.
Earlier today, I stepped out, telling Francis I was going to be picking something up from the store. Usually, I prefer to go with him. It just feels safer. It might have been years behind me now, but I think that the scars that have found their way into my life from my time at the school and the whole thing with my parents are just never going to be any easier to deal with. I don’t handle being on my own so well.
Still, I had a small list with me, and I just wanted to buy a few things for everyone. Christmas might have come and gone—and that, too, is still something I’m wrapping my mind around even now—and I did get them all small things, but this was different. I’d seen the store in passing while we were on the way home some weeks back and, well, it had captured my attention.
So here I was.
I took a little arm basket as I stepped inside and I just… roamed. I tried to look at the items that were all around me, but I felt as though there was a language barrier keeping me from reaching out to look closer at most of them. The vast majority of things were imported and while I’m sure there was some English somewhere on the package, I couldn’t bring myself to reach out for any of it.
Cue this sweet little old Asian—she looked Asian to me, I could be so very wrong—lady. She came up to me, I wasn’t sure I understood her at first because her accent was so strong, but with a bit of back and forth, I think we started to understand one another, and she was just… offering to help me pick whatever I needed from the store. I asked her why she would just randomly offer her help this way and she told me that if she could help, why wouldn’t she? It was the right thing to do, and she liked helping others in this way.
It confused me but I wasn’t about to say no; she was just so sweet. It took me almost an hour in the store—and two texts sent off to Francis to let him know that I was fine, just being a little indecisive about what I was trying to get—to be able to pick a couple of things for each of the guys. There was English on every packaging. Most of the time, it was a sticker added on with the necessary info, but it was there. She was patient with me as she explained what everything was, at least, of the things that I was curious about.
When I moved to the register, she followed right along… and plopped her tiny little self behind that register. I was even more baffled by her offer for help at that point. She had left her register unattended all the while she’d been helping me and that just—I have no words, it felt so strangely sweet in a way? I’m aware that the whole store in and of itself had been pretty dang quiet all the while but still.
She still was an absolute sweetheart as she scanned every item. I bagged them carefully in the two bags I’d brought along, and I told her that I would be back. I did mean it. She left such an impression on me that I do want to go back and, as is, if they like the items I got them—food items for the most part—I feel as though we’ll all be dropping in now and again.
It’s such a small little store, a hole-in-the-wall sort of thing but it was interesting to discover a lot of what there was in there. It might not have been a short outing, but I think it was an outing through which I actually learned a little more about a culture that’s just completely different from mine. A culture that I might have never really realized existed and while that might just be me and my upbringing, I can’t wait to see their reactions when I get back home.