Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Oysters

 

“The world is your oyster!”

People had been telling her that her entire life.

Born into money, she got anything she wanted.

But even as a small child, she saw others who were not as fortunate, and a lot of the time, she asked for things to be given to others.

As she grew up, her parents tried to steer her into “suitable” futures involving endowments and other ways of giving that were one-step removed from hardships and drudgery.

To their horror, she dove into humanitarian efforts feet first and in person.

She’d tried to tell them.

She hated oysters.

 

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