Observation Diary ~ Entry 1 (Samuel)

 Entry 1:
As the assistant of the Leon family, by job is simple: to assist. But, my job does not even feel like a job, for I feel great satisfaction knowing I have helped another. I mostly assist the only child of the Leon family, the single heir that struggles to break free of his high-class background and make a life for himself. I have watched him from the moment he was bore from his mother's womb into the isolated, yet intelligent individual that he has now become. I remember when he was young, he would come to me and ask, "Samuel, is mother or father going to be home soon?" That lingering question never failed to create heartache in my feeble chest, to think that parents would not want to spend their time with their only child during his most precious moments of youth, while his cheeks were a constant rosy pink, his innocence still pure. It took all the strength within me to reply to the young boy, "Mister Cassius, I am sure they are working very hard so they can come visit as soon as possible!" I tried to seem enthusiastic, but the fact of reality had already begun to sink into the young boy's fragile mind. At that moment, both he and I knew that his parents would not see him unless they absolutely needed to. Never have I expressed the boiling reparations that burn my chest, having to observe the diminishing personality that the young Cassius once had. Years went by, with not a single visit from his parents. There was even an instance when he was 13 years of age where he locked himself in the pantry, refusing to open it. I sat outside of that pantry door, awaiting for him to come out whenever he felt necessary. Although the wooden doors are thick, I could hear the uncontrollable sobs of Cassius echoing off the walls of the room he was contained in. I wish there was more I could have done, for I share a deep, honest love for Cassius. It was after this incident that Cassius began to change. He avoided all contact with others, his anger ignited at an alarming rate as if his fuse had been cut short, and he picked up his habit of smoking and drinking. Now, at the age of 24, Cassius visits a local bar (if I remember correctly, it is called the "Axebury Inn") nearly every night, coming through the front door, consumed with the smell of alcohol that fills the stuffy air in the foyer. One odd thing I have noticed is that he has become less irritable and more passive than in  the past. It puzzles me what the cause of this sudden change may be, but whatever is helping him is a blessing, and alleviates the heavy burden of worry that rests on my mind. But, despite his drinking problem, I am proud to say that the young Cassius is taking control of his future like a mature adult. He just completed his Masters Degree in education in just half of the time it would normally take an individual (because, not to belittle the minds of others, but he is one of the most intelligent individuals that I will probably ever encounter in the short remainder of my insignificant existence on this sphere of dirt and water we call Earth). I hope that when he begins to push himself out there in the world that he may find someone who can show him the blissful pleasure of pure happiness, the kind that warms your soul and glazes your eyes; I once felt this emotion during my younger days, but that is the past and shall always stay stowed away, locked within the binding bounds of time. There only exists one person, a special person who is my main priority to assist both physically and emotionally: Cassius, and no other being that will ever walk this Earth will ever change that. He is what I live for, and will always be until my last breath. Even if I lost my position at the Leon Estate, he will forever have a place in my heart. There is a chance that Mister Cassius does not feel the same way as I, fore he has never learned what love feels like, or even experienced the joyous encounters with someone as a friend; tis a very sad sight to have to see every day, but it gives me more initiative to do my very best, and to go out and beyond for the young Cassius, so hopefully he can feel some sort of love expressed through what I do for him. I should probably end on this note, since Mister Cassius is set to get up in the next hour and I am needed to set the table.

Until another time,
Samuel

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