I owned a spacious house, drove some nice cars, and had plenty of cash\u2014more than I could ever hope to spend in my lifetime. Yet, there was a void within me that I just couldn\u2019t seem to fill.\n

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\n\n

Sadly, I never had the chance to start a family, as it seemed that women were only drawn to me for the financial support I received from my parents. I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that I should have chosen differently when I was 61.\n

Without thinking, I found myself reaching for the steering wheel, hoping to lighten the heavy feeling that was settling on my chest. I noticed a woman hunched over a trash can at that moment. She looked like she didn\u2019t know where she was.\n

I found myself wondering why I was even taking the time to slow down the car as I went through the motion. Isn\u2019t it true that we encountered people like her all around us? Yet, there was an undeniable quality to her movements\u2014the way her slender arms sifted through the garbage with a fierce resolve\u2014that stirred something within me.\n

She appeared both beautiful and courageous, yet it seemed as though she was clinging to life with nothing but her determination.\n

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The images from that dinner night keep replaying in my mind. Every time I looked at Lexi, I couldn\u2019t help but see those terrible pictures of her.\n
It became unbearable to the point where I just couldn\u2019t take it anymore.\n
\u201cLexi,\u201d I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. \u201cWhat on earth are those pictures?\u201d\n
The tip of her tool grazed the plate. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d\n
Despite my best efforts to remain silent, I found myself saying, \u201cI saw them.\u201d \u201cThe paintings that portray me.\u201d It wasn\u2019t just about the coffin, the chains, and the blood. Is that so?\n
Her skin color shifted. \u201cI didn\u2019t want you to find those,\u201d she said, her voice trembling.\n
I answered in a chilly tone, \u201cYes, I did.\u201d \u201cIs that how you see me?\u201d \u201cAre you saying I\u2019m like a monster?\u201d\n
That\u2019s not quite right, though. She frequently dabbed at her eyes and spoke in a confused manner. It was simply anger.You have so many things, but everything I owned was taken from me. I couldn\u2019t prevent it from happening, but I could have stopped it before it started. I felt like I needed to release it.\n
\u201cSo you portrayed me as the bad guy?\u201d I asked the question quite directly.\n
She nodded, but her expression revealed that she was feeling down. I\u2019m sorry.\n
I remained in my seat, allowing the distance between us to widen. I truly wanted to forgive her, deep down in my heart. One of my aims was to gain a deeper understanding. I still wasn\u2019t able to do that.\n
\u201cI believe it\u2019s time for you to go,\u201d I said, my voice trembling.\n
Lexi gathered her classmates around. \u201cPlease hold on a moment.\u201d\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said without hesitation. \u201cIt\u2019s over now.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s time for you to go.\u201d\n
The following morning, I assisted her in gathering her belongings and then drove her to a nearby shelter, giving her a ride. We kept it quiet, just the two of us. When she stepped out of the car, I handed her a gift of two hundred dollars.\n
Though she felt uncertain, she accepted the money, her hands trembling as she did so.\n
Although a few weeks had gone by, my grief still felt as loud as ever. In addition to the unsettling art, the awful experiences we\u2019ve endured in the past also impact us. It had been ages since I encountered someone so warm and approachable.\n
One day, a package arrived at my doorstep. The object featured a picture, yet this particular piece of art truly distinguished itself from the rest. It wasn\u2019t ugly or silly at all. I had no idea this moment was captured, but it shows a serene side of me. The scene was incredibly tranquil.\n
At the bottom of the package, there was a note with Lexi\u2019s name and phone number hastily written and tucked away.\n
As I hovered over the call button, my heart raced like it hadn\u2019t in years. I felt foolish for letting a phone call get under my skin, but deep down, I knew there was much more going on than I wanted to acknowledge. I felt embarrassed for losing my cool during a phone call.\n
In that moment of anger, I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and hit the \u201cCall\u201d button before I had a chance to second-guess myself. After three rings, she finally decided to answer the phone.\n
Hi there! Her words were laced with uncertainty, as if she held a prophecy meant solely for me to bring to life.\n
A sigh escaped someone\u2019s lips. Lexi. To clarify, the individual we\u2019re talking about is actually me. The picture you gave me really brings me joy, and it looks fantastic.\n
I feel happy. I couldn\u2019t help but wonder whether you would like it or not. I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that I was meant for something greater, something that mattered more than those other pieces.\n
\u201cLexi, you didn\u2019t owe me anything.\u201d I also wasn\u2019t fair to you.\n
It\u2019s completely understandable that you felt angry. Her voice was now steadier than it had been in the past. \u201cThe things I painted were things I needed to let go of from my mind; however, they weren\u2019t really about you.\u201d It was just you here. To start off, I want to apologize.\n
Lexi, there\u2019s no need to apologize. The moment I saw the picture, I felt a wave of forgiveness wash over me.\n
She was struggling to breathe, and it wasn\u2019t going smoothly. Did you really?\n
When I said \u201cI did,\u201d I truly meant it. Beyond my perspective, the sense that I still hadn\u2019t grasped something fundamental stemmed from my fear of confronting my loss. This completely altered my perspective. \u201cSo, I\u2019ve been giving it some thought\u2026 maybe we could try starting fresh.\u201d\n
\u201cCould you clarify what you mean?\u201d\n
\u201cI guess we could have a conversation.\u201d Perhaps we could enjoy it throughout dinner, one course at a time? As we discussed.\n
She said, \u201cI would appreciate that.\u201d \u201cI would really appreciate that.\u201d\n
We had scheduled meetings for the next few days. Lexi mentioned that the money I gave her was really helpful in landing a job and getting some new clothes. She was excited to move into an apartment right after she received her first paycheck.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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The images from that dinner night keep replaying in my mind. Every time I looked at Lexi, I couldn\u2019t help but see those terrible pictures of her.\n
It became unbearable to the point where I just couldn\u2019t take it anymore.\n
\u201cLexi,\u201d I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. \u201cWhat on earth are those pictures?\u201d\n
The tip of her tool grazed the plate. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d\n
Despite my best efforts to remain silent, I found myself saying, \u201cI saw them.\u201d \u201cThe paintings that portray me.\u201d It wasn\u2019t just about the coffin, the chains, and the blood. Is that so?\n
Her skin color shifted. \u201cI didn\u2019t want you to find those,\u201d she said, her voice trembling.\n
I answered in a chilly tone, \u201cYes, I did.\u201d \u201cIs that how you see me?\u201d \u201cAre you saying I\u2019m like a monster?\u201d\n
That\u2019s not quite right, though. She frequently dabbed at her eyes and spoke in a confused manner. It was simply anger.You have so many things, but everything I owned was taken from me. I couldn\u2019t prevent it from happening, but I could have stopped it before it started. I felt like I needed to release it.\n
\u201cSo you portrayed me as the bad guy?\u201d I asked the question quite directly.\n
She nodded, but her expression revealed that she was feeling down. I\u2019m sorry.\n
I remained in my seat, allowing the distance between us to widen. I truly wanted to forgive her, deep down in my heart. One of my aims was to gain a deeper understanding. I still wasn\u2019t able to do that.\n
\u201cI believe it\u2019s time for you to go,\u201d I said, my voice trembling.\n
Lexi gathered her classmates around. \u201cPlease hold on a moment.\u201d\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said without hesitation. \u201cIt\u2019s over now.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s time for you to go.\u201d\n
The following morning, I assisted her in gathering her belongings and then drove her to a nearby shelter, giving her a ride. We kept it quiet, just the two of us. When she stepped out of the car, I handed her a gift of two hundred dollars.\n
Though she felt uncertain, she accepted the money, her hands trembling as she did so.\n
Although a few weeks had gone by, my grief still felt as loud as ever. In addition to the unsettling art, the awful experiences we\u2019ve endured in the past also impact us. It had been ages since I encountered someone so warm and approachable.\n
One day, a package arrived at my doorstep. The object featured a picture, yet this particular piece of art truly distinguished itself from the rest. It wasn\u2019t ugly or silly at all. I had no idea this moment was captured, but it shows a serene side of me. The scene was incredibly tranquil.\n
At the bottom of the package, there was a note with Lexi\u2019s name and phone number hastily written and tucked away.\n
As I hovered over the call button, my heart raced like it hadn\u2019t in years. I felt foolish for letting a phone call get under my skin, but deep down, I knew there was much more going on than I wanted to acknowledge. I felt embarrassed for losing my cool during a phone call.\n
In that moment of anger, I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and hit the \u201cCall\u201d button before I had a chance to second-guess myself. After three rings, she finally decided to answer the phone.\n
Hi there! Her words were laced with uncertainty, as if she held a prophecy meant solely for me to bring to life.\n
A sigh escaped someone\u2019s lips. Lexi. To clarify, the individual we\u2019re talking about is actually me. The picture you gave me really brings me joy, and it looks fantastic.\n
I feel happy. I couldn\u2019t help but wonder whether you would like it or not. I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that I was meant for something greater, something that mattered more than those other pieces.\n
\u201cLexi, you didn\u2019t owe me anything.\u201d I also wasn\u2019t fair to you.\n
It\u2019s completely understandable that you felt angry. Her voice was now steadier than it had been in the past. \u201cThe things I painted were things I needed to let go of from my mind; however, they weren\u2019t really about you.\u201d It was just you here. To start off, I want to apologize.\n
Lexi, there\u2019s no need to apologize. The moment I saw the picture, I felt a wave of forgiveness wash over me.\n
She was struggling to breathe, and it wasn\u2019t going smoothly. Did you really?\n
When I said \u201cI did,\u201d I truly meant it. Beyond my perspective, the sense that I still hadn\u2019t grasped something fundamental stemmed from my fear of confronting my loss. This completely altered my perspective. \u201cSo, I\u2019ve been giving it some thought\u2026 maybe we could try starting fresh.\u201d\n
\u201cCould you clarify what you mean?\u201d\n
\u201cI guess we could have a conversation.\u201d Perhaps we could enjoy it throughout dinner, one course at a time? As we discussed.\n
She said, \u201cI would appreciate that.\u201d \u201cI would really appreciate that.\u201d\n
We had scheduled meetings for the next few days. Lexi mentioned that the money I gave her was really helpful in landing a job and getting some new clothes. She was excited to move into an apartment right after she received her first paycheck.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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