Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Gift (Flash Fiction)

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I was always surprised by gifts. I still am.

My therapist would give you a long, complicated explanation of how a loss of self-esteem and a less-than-stellar childhood might have contributed to long-term behavior patterns. I would tell you that such nonsense fits the bill for psychobabble.

That same therapist would tell you that I am deserving of the gestures that people have thought to extend.

I still remain flat out thrilled and floored every single time someone chooses to show their appreciation for my quiet existence. From a toothbrush to new pack of highlighters or Christmas pajamas and spiced red Tea.

I am thankful. Bewildered, puzzled and probably over-thinking it all.

It is always beyond me how anyone could think that I am worth the trouble of a gift. From my own twisted point of view, I find it easy to give gifts to those around me. So easy to give.

So hard to accept.

How strange to know that people truly care.

(c) Sara Harricharan


Kristina said...

Aww, I can relate to this sentiment all too well. When people surprise me with their kindness and generosity, there is always a part of me that feels unworthy even though I know it is not true.
Anyway... Lovely writing, dearie! <3

Joanne Sher said...

That last sentence is so full of meaning. WOW. Good stuff, girlie!