Beyond The Envy

Was this the path her father was destined to tread? Could his fate still be rewritten, or was change but a fleeting dream? As days melted into nights, hope waned, leaving behind only a flicker of resilience in Hester's heart. Perhaps their destinies were woven by the hands of the divine, guided by Klotho or another unseen force. Yet, Hester refused to accept defeat, her determination unwavering even as years slipped by, her father's nightly ritual of sorrow persisting.

Assuming responsibility for the household, Hester navigated the challenges with determination, drawing strength from her mother's legacy. Despite the pain of witnessing her father's anguish, she persevered, her resolve bolstered by memories of her mother's resilience. Lost in thought, she found solace in the distant rhythm of waves crashing upon the shore, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.

At twelve years old, Hester resolved to carve her own path, embracing the simple mantra of "Sally sells seashells by the seashore" as she embarked on a journey to sell seashells, a modest endeavor to earn her keep and perhaps craft a brighter future. With determination, she donned her slippers and slipped out into the night, the promise of possibility guiding her steps as she ventured forth to gather shells and shape her destiny.

Hester strolled along the shoreline, gathering enchanting shells that caught her eye. With care, she placed each one in a basket, taking a moment to rest and hum softly. Counting 23 exquisite shells, she rose with a sense of purpose. Since her father turned to alcohol, he had bestowed upon her a bike for various errands. Now, she filled the bike's black basket with the treasures from the sea and set off.

Approaching the main street, she tested the high-pitched ring of her bike's bell, then announced her wares in a melodic voice, "Shells for sale! 10 dollars for 1 shell!" Thirteen shells found new owners, and as she counted her earnings, joy filled her. "10, 20, 30, 40, 50... 70, 80, 90... 130 dollars!" she exclaimed. Determined to expand her budding enterprise, Hester pedaled to an art store.

Entering, a bell chimed, momentarily startling her. Undeterred, she explored the shop, purchasing empty picture frames for 90 dollars and glue for 5 dollars. Smiling at the shop owner, she left with her acquisitions, returning home on her bike.