soul of a servant
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The second entry for the flash fiction contest. Didn't win with this either. This is my favourite out of the two, although I can't say it's my best work either.
"You were born to do this," my madam always said. I would grin and thank her, because it meant that she was pleased with my work.
What did it mean to have the soul of a servant? It meant that when her children were ill I worried like they were my own children and did all the running around at the hospital while she called occasionally for updates. That when she almost got arrested for possessing ice I said I owned it to spare her the public disgrace. That when riffraff visited as part of her charity works I got the chance to look down on them, because she deserved better than to breathe the same air as those scum, even though she was far too nice to them when they sat around her in their torn clothes and gaping shoes.
Even if I could not find time for my children, even when the children disdained to spend more than a second in my presence, I didn't mind.
It is probably my innate ability to serve that has me standing in front of a firing squad right now, ready to die for my madam. After all, it is my calling.