The Assistant I Didn't Apply To Be

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The Assistant I Didn't Apply To Be
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Okay, so I returned to school on Saturday to stay with my Aunt so she could help me with something important.

When I got to her apartment, I saw she had a visitor, peace, who was quite okay in some aspects she is neat, loud but in a funny way, and generous and kind, but she can be a huge thorn in one's side, and I am that someone.

The funny thing is that it is not actually a big deal to me, but at this period, it is stressful for some reason I am not sure I can explain.

On Saturday night, we were both seated in the room using our phones. She was asking me some questions like how school was, about my exams and how they went, how is my hostel life and blah blah.

We were still in the room when the power came on. And immediately I went to the parlor to watch TV. It didn't take long and peace came to the parlor too.
After some seconds she looked around her like she was searching for something.

Then she had a look of realization and turned to me and said, “Please help me bring my phone from the room, thank you,”

I had already stood up before the question came to mind: “What happened to her own legs? Didn't she just come out of the room?”

“thank you, thank you love,” she kept on repeating the thank you as I walked to the room.

I brought the phone and handed it to her and she still thanked me again. I can't count the total of thank you she said to me.

Okay, the next morning, there was still light, so my aunt and I went back to watching TV first thing after we woke up, lol. 

After some time I stood up to go and use the toilet and once Peace saw me standing up she said “Please on your way back bring one sachet of water for me,” 
Now I understand she was the same distance I was from the bag of sachet but I was going to pass the bag of sachet water on my way to and from the restroom. But it was just the same as Saturday night, why couldn't she just stand up and get it herself?

That wasn't the last time, nope! It is like that is just part of her behavior. Whether it was a cup, keeping her plate after eating, until the last straw that broke the camel's back, she asked me to help her get toothpaste.

Monday afternoon, I talked to my aunt about everything and how I didn't like it, and her answer was, “What do you want me to do? Can't you tell her no or find an excuse to refuse?” and that there is a big reason I didn't like what peace was doing. It's not like helping her took anything from me, but I don't like saying no, so instead of saying no I want the person to stop asking.
And that kind of thing makes me feel like I am being treated like a child. That is what our last born at home always complains of.
And I just left school for a break, from lecturers telling us what to do and the hostel master telling us what to do in the hostel. It just felt like she was intruding on my school break.

But I just have to say no sometimes; the guilt I feel from saying no is what will make my cousin start talking about how naive I am. And that naiveness is something I have been working on for so long.

That Monday night, I sat with her when she was eating because I knew once she was done eating, she would ask me to help her drop the plate in the kitchen. Immediately she was done. I stood up to initiate her asking for help and she did.

“Please, as you are going out, help me drop this plate in the kitchen; thank you,” she said; she was always polite about it, adding at least one “thank you” before I even helped.

“I can't, I am not going to the kitchen,” I answered her. 

“Please, you can branch the kitchen on your way; thank you,” she was still stretching out the plate.

“I don't want to go to the kitchen,” I said as I slowly walked away.

And she was like, “Okay, no problem,” and went to the kitchen to drop the plate herself.

I am very glad I told her no. Since Monday night she hasn't asked me for any unnecessary help.
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