There once was an heir of a family fortune. The heir did not care so much, for money and status were not as important as freedom and happiness. But neither did the heir mind. He was quite a black sheep, this fella.
He also did not share many of the same values of his conservative family, who worked very hard to mold him in their image. But harder they tried, the more he pulled away and resented their efforts. He was quite a black sheep, this fella.
He was smart and capable, but the world was not built for people like him. He refused to adapt himself to it, even though it crushed him tim after time like tsunamis.
But he firmly believed in his heart of hearts that it was people like him that advanced and improved the world through struggle, even if they failed a thousand times first in the face of the world's ridicule.
The heir was fond of a particular barista at the local coffee shop. She was very friendly with all of the customers, as she was such a sweet and kind person, but he thought maybe there was genuine interest from her that was more than just good customer service.
It was a sticky situation, as he did not want to put her on the spot or make her feel uncomfortable. So one day, after purchasing a salted caramel cream cold brew, instead of signing his name at the credit card terminal, he replaced it with, "You're Cute". It was a bit childish, but he was a child at heart; playful and genuine and awestruck with wanderlust.
She smiled and took to him instantly. They exchanged info and began talking, then meeting. A relationship foamed.
When the heir's family found out, they were not pleased the least. Some even pulled him aside to warn him that she was a barista, thinking he would be disgusted of her career choice and leave her. "Don't you think I already knew that," replied the man, disgusted of their choice to influence him so.
They continued to roast him for quite some tim because they wanted him to marry a lawyer instead, but all the lawyers in town would say one thing in court and another in chambers. Besides, love and happiness does not depend upon money or status. His relationship with his given family was ground up a bit, but he was happy with the family he brewed himself. And that was all that mattered.
He liked who he liked and he liked what he liked and there just wasn't any changing that, no matter how much it disappointed others or how hard they tried. Some people continued to talk, but it was just white noise.
The heir did not care so much, for money and status were not as important as freedom and happiness. But neither did the heir mind. He was quite a black sheep, this fella.
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