Birthed For That Very Purpose

Robed in fine design and fiery jewels, she sat at the table as though she was birthed for that very purpose.  Served first and served promptly, she expected no less.  Her sister, although as beautiful as she, did offer gracious acknowledgement of the compliments and favors that came her way.  The third female hovered closely by the mother’s side.  Authority was never in question, for it exuded from these four as if they were birthed for that very purpose.  Photos of the four were often snapped. 

The young man settled at the next table.  In jeans and flannel shirt, he served.  The elderly, he listened to.  The weak, he carried.  The children, he loved and played with.  As though he was birthed for that very purpose.  He quietly slipped away, out of the way and unnoticed, while the cameras were flashing.  He knew the routine well, for these were his sisters, and these needed and were worthy of attention. 

But many who are first will be last, and many who are last will be first.

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