A friend in need is her favourite kind. She’ll drop everything to offer advice, encouragement, support. When needed, she finds it easy to get up in the morning. She turns into a lioness who’ll fight for her pride of friends.
I’m not part of the pride. When I need her, I’m told to work on my independence. Like this morning. She wanted me to sort out paying for her UPS delivery, she wasn’t awake yet. I rummaged around, found her stash of crumpled tenners.
She wants me to be more independent? I reckon I’ll just help myself to funds, then.