It was many years ago that Eleanor grew up in a wealthy English household. Her father, a man of considerable means, indulged her every whim, purchasing all she desired. Yet, despite his generosity, he rarely spent any time with his daughter. His business demanded much of his attention, and when he did return home, it was often to visit his mistresses. Rumour had it that one of these women was a few years Eleanors senior.
When it came time for university, Eleanor chose to study education, despite her fathers wishes for her to become a dentist. Still, she stood her ground, pursuing her own path.
As she matured, Eleanor chose not to accept her fathers money, living instead on her scholarship. During the summer, she took a post at a childrens camp, though her father offered her a holiday abroad. She declinedher heart belonged to the children.
One evening, a bus arrived carrying children from a local orphanage. They all rushed in to settle, but the last to step down was a quiet, frail girl whose eyes were far older than her years. Soon, the other children complained of an unpleasant smell in the house.
It was that girl at fault. Eleanor entered the house to investigate, and discovered the child had hidden pork chops under her pillow after dinner. They had spoiled.
The girl looked at Eleanor with guilt before whispering, Theyre for my brother.
And where is your brother? Eleanor asked softly.
Hes still in the orphanage, replied the girl.
Hearing this, Eleanor immediately telephoned her father, requesting money.
At last, my daughter asks for my help, he thought, somewhat bewildered. Did she finally come around?
Darling, why do you need so much? he queried. Are you thinking of buying a car?
No, Father. I want to buy as much food as I can for the orphanage children.
You have such a kind heart, Eleanor, he replied, smiling.
Even after all these years, I recall that moment and how much it revealed about the warmth within Eleanor, and perhaps, brought a little warmth out in her father as well.
