The old man nodded, awed.
"As you say, P-Prince."
Ashryn laughed softly.
"Call me Ashryn."
The man's gratitude shone brighter than the sun, and Ashryn's laughter drifted through the streets like a warm breeze.
As the old man finished his tacos, Ashryn gently took his hand.
"Come with me."
The old man followed without hesitation.
They reached a small clothing shop. Ashryn stepped forward, placing money on the counter as he bought a few shirts and trousers for the old man.
After shopping, the two stepped outside.
Ashryn murmured softly,
"Come to the castle at dinner time… we're inviting everyone."
The old man's eyes slowly filled with tears.
Ashryn noticed immediately.
"Sir… are you crying?" he asked gently. "I'm sorry—did I say something wrong?"
The old man whispered, voice trembling,
"No. Thank you."
Ashryn smiled faintly, his own eyes growing teary.
"I only want to live and be good to people," he said quietly.
"To understand their struggles… and help as much as I can."
He paused.
"That's the only reason I want to live for."
The old man nodded, a soft smile forming on his worn face.
In his heart, he thought:
Who would've believed such pure souls still exist in this cruel world…
Ashryn Witherfall, may you become a reason for happiness for everyone.
I hope only the best for you.
In my heart… you are my own child.
May God bless you with happiness.
The sun began to set, golden light spilling across the streets, painting the world in warmth.
Ashryn smiled.
"I have to go now. Mom would be worried. Take care."
The old man bowed slightly.
"You too, child."
Ashryn ran through the grass beneath the fading sky—
leaving behind a soul once broken, once hopeless, now healed.
A living embodiment of kindness.