The Beginning of it All
βKeep up, Asiri; I donβt want you getting lost.β I peeled my eyes from the luscious desserts and skittered to my motherβs side, gripping her skirt in my hand. I always attended the evening market with her, as that was when leftover foods sold for the cheapest. We werenβt a wealthy family, so we could never afford sweets.
She stopped up at a bread stall and caressed the top of my curly head. βStay where I can see you.β I nodded and slowly wandered to examine the nearby stalls as she spoke to the vendor. I stumbled upon a unique booth, enticed by the brilliant colours. I trod closer to explore the beautiful cakes coated with assorted colours and fruits.
βWow.β I gaped. I had no idea sweets could be that beautifulβespecially the gold ones near the front, glimmering in the setting sun.
βAre these tasty?β I jumped at the voice and turned to see a boy my age standing at my side. He had dark skin, a colour I hadnβt witnessed before, and an oversized scarf wrapped around his head and neck to hide his other featuresβall except for mysterious, round, grey eyes. I turned my attention back to the cakes and shook my head.
βI wouldnβt know. My Momma doesnβt have money to buy me expensive stuff like this.β
βIs it expensive?β
βMy brother and sister said they were, so I shouldnβt ask for them. They say itβs bad to want something we canβt afford. I like to look at them. Theyβre pretty.β
βWhy donβt you have any money?β
βI donβt know. Momma says itβs because Papa has to spend all our money on something important, so we donβt get any.β
βWhich one is your favourite?β He gestured to the blue one on the right with two fingers. βI like that one.β I smiled and pointed to the shimmering gold one in the front.
βI like that one. It sparkles like the sun.β The boy fished in his cloak pocket and pulled out some coins. He plopped them on the counter, gaining the attention of the elderly vendor.
βIs this enough for two sweet rolls?
βOf course.β She slid the money into her cloak pocket. βWhich ones do you want?β
βThe blue one and the gold one.β He gestured to each one, and she fished them out, dropping each into a cloth and wrapping it before she handed it to him. βThank you.β The boy turned to me and extended the hand on which the sweet gold roll rested. βHere. Donβt you want it?β I hesitated, looking from his hand to his face.
βI canβt pay you back.β
βI donβt want you to pay me back.β
βMy brother Udrak told me that if someone does something nice for you, you should repay them. Itβs dangerous to owe someone a debt.β
βA debt?β I shrugged.
βMy brother says people donβt do good without wanting something in return.β
βI donβt want anything from you, though.β
βStillβ¦β
βWhatβs your name?β
βIβm Asiri.β
βHi, Asiri. Iβm Caisus.β
βCaisus,β I repeated.
βIf you want to repay me, would you be my friend?β
βYour friend?β
βYeah. Be my friend. I donβt have any.β
βYou donβt? Why not?β
βI donβt know. My father doesnβt let me leave often. And when I do leave, I have to hide. He never lets other children come over, and my brother is still too young to play with me. It gets lonely.β
βThatβs sad.β I chewed my bottom lip before stepping up and taking the sweet from him. βOkay. Iβll be your friend in return! Iβll ask my mom if she can talk to your dad, and then we can play together!β Caisus smiled.
βIβd like that.β
βOkay, we should go find her, then.β I took his spare hand and moved back to the bread stall. His hand was soft, warm, and bigger than mine as he gripped my hand back. As I approached my Motherβs backside, she had finished placing a few loaves of bread into a cloth and wrapped it up. She turned, and her eyebrows shot up when she saw me.
βAsiri?β She narrowed her eyes at the sweet in my hand and then at the boy whose hand I was still holding.
βMom! I made a new friend!β
βDid you?β
βHe bought me something and asked me to be his friend in return.β
βI see. How nice of you.β She leaned over and smiled at Caisus. My Mother was beautiful, with golden skin, long brown hair, and sweet brown eyes. Though thin and gangly, she had a grace about her. Her welcoming smile put everyone she encountered at ease. βWhere are your parents?β
βI didnβt come here with my parents.β He responded, fidgeting slightly. βI came here with one of my fatherβs aids.β
βWell, we should probably find him, shouldnβt we?β She straightened up, and I rushed to her side.
βKeep close now, boys.β She smiled at Caisus. βYou too, young man. I donβt want you to get lost and worry your guardian.β He looked at her with wide eyes before nodding. She moved slower through the crowd, and we followed close to her. I chatted with Caisus, asking him questions β though he didnβt want to answer anything about his family or where he lived.
My Mother stopped suddenly and turned to look at Caisus, placing a hand on his head. βI think we may have found him.β She steered our attention to a well-dressed man frantically searching the crowd, scanning every area of the depleting market.
βThatβs Mire,β Caisus mumbled. He pulled his hand away and walked towards him; upon seeing him, the manβs face inundated with relief.
βYoung Master, I told you to stay by my side!β He ran up to him and dropped his hands on Caisusβs shoulders as he knelt before him. βAre you all right?β
βYeahβ¦β he looked back to us, and the man stood to face my Mother.
βThank you for looking after the Young Master.β He said with a bow. He was a handsome, mature man with dark hair accentuating his bright green eyes.
βNot at all. My son happened upon him.β She placed a hand on my head, stroking it affectionately, and I leaned into her side, relishing the touch. βHe bought him some cake, but Iβm afraid I donβt have the money to pay you back.β He regarded me with a kind smile and shook his head.
βIf the Young Master wanted him to have it, there would be no need to pay us back.β He turned to Caisus, held his hand out, and slid his smaller hand into his grasp. βI do have to return him home now. Thank you again for looking after him.β
βWait. Caisus is my friend.β I stepped up to Mire and frowned. βWe were going to play togetherβ¦.β
βIβm afraid you wonβt be able to do that.β He leaned into my Mother and whispered in her ear. Whatever he said caused her face to be pale and her smile to fade.
βMy apologies! I didnβt know.β She hastily shifted the bundles to one arm and placed a hand over her heart, starting to bow.
βPlease, my lady, there is no need. It is better not to draw attention to him. However, that is the reason they cannot be friends. Why they are unable to see one another again.β
βI understand.β
βWe canβt be friends? Does that mean I canβt see Caisus anymore?β I wasnβt sure what Mire informed mother, but the idea of never seeing a new friend upset me.
βIβm sorry, Asiri. It just isnβt possible.β I gave Caisus a brief look as she took my hand and pulled me back to her side. He waved, and Mire turned them around and started to weave through the crowd. Caisus glanced at me once more before the throng of bodies obscured their views.
βOh, Asiri.β I dropped the dessert on the ground to rub my eyes as I bawled, tears rolling down my cheeks. Mother scooped me into her free arm and hoisted me against her side. βLetβs return home.β I hugged her neck and sobbed as she carried me back to our humble abode through the market.
That night, there was a rare occurrence β Father returned for the first time in two years. He didnβt live with his wife and children, though I never understood why when I was younger. My brother and sister explained it was due to his Mistress, but I couldnβt grasp why he never stayed home. I did understand, at least, that it was the reason we barely had any money for food or luxuries.
Father spent all the money he made as a Minister on his Mistress and their home, and the only reason we didnβt starve was our motherβs work as a seamstress. Mother and Father spoke silently that night before my Father came to see me. He called me a βgood boyβ and gave me a strong hug d before leaving. I didnβt know what they talked about, but Mother hugged me all night and cried.
I hadnβt seen that boy, Caisus, for fifteen years after that and never expected to run into him again, especially not like this.









