"so what will I be doing here?" You lean in a little bit to watch Jason paint.
"I beg your pardon?" Jason immediately looks up at you confused.
"I mean...I just thought id be helping out with the shop..or something.."
"ah, if you want to help, you can handle the customers, I'm far too busy to chat with everybody who comes in. Too many orders to make and too many things to do."
you look out and see there was nobody in the main room "it's empty, do you want me to help with something else?"
Jason looks around and then points to an old shredded up dog toy. "a young man wants the toy over there stitched back up, and re-fluffed. Can you stitch?" You nod and walk over to the toy and begin examining it.
"This thing is completely torn to pieces, wouldn't it be better to just buy a new one?" you ask reaching for sewing supplies
"Perhaps, however more often than not the things we fix have more sentimental value. This young man's dog just simply will not use any other toy, even if it's the same thing as that. It has to be that exact one." Jason pulls out some other paint colors and begins mixing colors.
"I think I understand." You begin to sew the seems of the dog toy back together
"do you have something you treasure?" Jason asks adding a pastel pink to the doll
you pause for a moment thinking, "I have a music box"
"and what makes it so special?" Jason asks grabbing a new brush
"when I was born my parent left me outside the orphanage, I was found with the music box, so I always just assumed it was a gift from my parents." you grab some stuffing and fill the dog toy up with some, then going back to sewing the sides.
"I can see that having extreme personal value, yes. I think it's good to have something with personal values, reminds us of better times." Jason said switching brushes once more
"do you have anything you value?" you ask finishing up the sewing on the dog toy.
"I do...a little white and a red stuffed bunny rabbit."
"the one you left on my bed...?" you ask looking at Jason. He nods. "why is it important to you?"
"it reminds me of an old friend" Jason leans back in his chair smiling softly.
"if that's the case, why leave it in my room." You ask confused.
"because somethings are meant to be valued alone, like your music box, however, others are meant to be shared. Like a flower picked by a loved one. It's all about the memories behind the object. Do you understand?"
"not really..."
"your music box is valued by you alone cause nobody else has any ties to it, so you keep it to yourself. However, a flower picked by a loved one, other people have ties to it so you have supposed to shares those memories and the object so other people have something special as well. It's a way of showing you care without saying it."
"I think I get it." You set the dog toy on the table in front of you. "so can I ask who they were? the person who was special to you?"
The bell rings, signifying that somebody has entered the main room. Jason lets out a chuckle "it would seem that's a story for another time, go and ask for a name and what they are here for, ill be right behind you"
You nod and walk into the next room seeing a tall pale man with extremely pale skin, and jet black hair. "hi, how can I help you?"
"the names Jeff, I'm here for the dog toy. " Jeff points down at the dog next to him. He was a giant fluffy dog with a huge smile.
Part 2
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