Empathy is Beautiful.
Empaths make the world beautiful.
It was my primary school. We were in grade two, meaning 6 years old. She was always different from everyone else. She didn’t come to play with us, didn’t talk much, and stayed almost alone the whole time. I didn’t understand why, but I noticed her difference. Not only her behaviour, she looked little different with the look too. Her uniform didn’t look tidy, her books didn’t have nice covers — actually she didn’t have all the books we used too.
I remember this day. It was the interval — mid day break that students quickly swallow food and run out to extend the play time as much as possible. For some reason I came back to the class. She was standing next to the class cupboard with tears. Dustbin just next to that, had few dried roses. I suddenly remembered. There was a porcelain flower vase on top of the cupboard — which we put fresh flowers each day. When I walked into the class that day morning, she was cleaning the broken pieces of that vase.
In the night while I was on the bed, I asked my mother if I could take a flower vase to the school the next day. Morning my mom had kept a cleaned vase — one that was in the living room. And we left a little early and bought some flowers on the way to school.
