Yariam Happy

3rd person's point of view

Yariam woke up in the early morning, stretching his big arms above his head. The bed he slept on was small for him, but he didn't mind. It was warm and cozy enough for his big frame. He let out a big yawn, his voice deep and rumbling.

"Good mornin'! Time to get up!" Yariam said to no one in particular, his loud voice filling the room. His feet hit the floor with a thud, shaking the little house slightly. He rubbed his eyes with big hands and blinked a couple of times to clear the sleep. His large feet shuffled across the floor, making the floorboards creak under his weight. He felt the warmth of the sun already creeping through the window, casting a soft glow across the room.

"Yariam's ready for day!" he said to himself with a smile, already excited about what the day might bring.

After stretching, Yariam went straight to the bathroom. His massive hands turned on the tap, splashing water all over his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, smiling even though he didn't need to see himself to know who he was.

"Yariam look good today," he muttered in his low, deep voice. His grin spread wide across his face, showing the simple happiness he always felt. Even when his day started, he felt good, ready to face whatever was next. Yariam didn't worry much about anything. His heart was light, and that made everything easier.

The day began just like any other, and Yariam didn't mind that one bit. He liked routine. He liked knowing what would come next. The moment he stepped outside, the smell of fresh air filled his lungs. It was a good day. His farm was waiting for him, and the animals he cared for were already awake and ready for him.

"Morning!" Yariam called out loudly, even though no one was around to hear him. He walked toward the barn, his steps heavy and loud. The goats were already bleating, waiting for their breakfast. He reached the barn, pushing the door open with a creak. The animals inside looked up as he entered, recognizing him immediately.

"G'mornin', everyone!" Yariam said, his voice booming through the barn. He grabbed the large sacks of feed and started throwing it into the troughs, watching the animals eagerly gobble up the food. Yariam's big hands gently patted the goats on the heads as they fed, and he smiled down at them.

"Good goats, good sheep," he said, giving each animal a soft, caring pat. He liked being with the animals. He felt good when they were happy, and they seemed to like him too. Yariam always smiled when he saw them content. "Yariam make good food for them," he said, proud of the work he did. He turned and looked at the cows in the far corner. "Big cows, you eat too. Yariam happy " he said, his voice gentle.

Once the animals were fed, Yariam grabbed a big carrot and made his way to the horse's stable. The horse snorted and nuzzled him as soon as he entered. "Heh, big horse," Yariam said with a laugh. He loved the horse; it was one of the first animals he had cared for. The horse had been with him for a long time. He held out the carrot, and the horse snatched it from his hands eagerly.

"Good horse," Yariam said, scratching the horse behind its ears. "Big strong horse. Yariam like you."

He stayed with the horse for a few more moments, just enjoying the company. Yariam's heart swelled with happiness, a feeling he couldn't put into words but could always sense. He loved these simple moments, these small joys. The sun was rising higher, warming the ground and filling the farm with golden light. The farm, the animals, and the warmth of the sun made everything feel just right.

"I like farm," Yariam said quietly, to no one in particular. He knew the farm was his place. The day hadn't even really started, and already he was happy.

After feeding the animals and taking care of the farm, it was time to head to the city. Yariam liked walking through the city. He enjoyed seeing the people, hearing the sounds of the city coming to life as everyone started their busy day. His large footsteps echoed down the streets, the noise of his passing making people smile. They didn't mind him being big. They knew him well. In fact, most of them greeted him when they saw him.

"G'mornin'!" Yariam shouted to a passing merchant, his voice booming across the street. The merchant waved back, smiling as Yariam walked past. People always greeted him, and Yariam made sure to wave back every time. It felt good. It made him feel important, even if he didn't always understand exactly why. People liked him, and that was enough for him.

Walking down the familiar streets of the city, Yariam spotted a little girl playing outside, her hair bouncing as she ran. She waved excitedly when she saw him.

"Yariam! Yariam!" she shouted, running up to him with her arms outstretched. Yariam smiled wide and bent down, letting her climb onto his back like she always did. It was a game they played often.

"Yariam carry!" he said, lifting her high onto his shoulders. She laughed, clinging to his head with both hands.

"Yariam's strong! Yariam's the best!" the girl cheered, giggling. Yariam chuckled in his deep voice. He loved hearing her laugh. It made his heart feel warm.

"Yariam's the best at carrying, yeah!" Yariam said proudly, his voice full of joy. He walked slowly down the street, letting the little girl enjoy the ride. He didn't mind the weight on his shoulders. It felt good to be needed, to make someone smile. YAR

Soon, it was time to head to the daycare. Yariam was an important part of the daycare. He was always there, ready to help with the little ones. He loved playing with them, watching them laugh and run around. They were his friends, even if they were small and couldn't always understand him completely. He didn't mind. As long as they were happy, Yariakhappy.

"Hey, little ones!" Yariam greeted as he entered the daycare. His loud voice boomed in the room, causing the children to look up and smile.

"Yariam!" they all shouted, running toward him. Yariam knelt down so they could climb onto his big arms. He lifted them one by one, holding them up high in the air before lowering them gently back to the ground.

"We're going to play today?" one of the kids asked excitedly, her face bright with hope.

"Play good! Yariam play with you!" Yariam said, nodding eagerly. He led the kids outside into the play yard, watching them run around. Yariam made sure to keep an eye on everyone, always ready to step in if anyone needed help. He might have been big and strong, but he was also gentle with the little ones. He loved hearing their laughter, their joy. It made him feel good inside.

As the day went on, Yariam played games with the children, helping them with their little projects, and even sitting with them during lunchtime. They would ask him questions, and Yariam would answer the best he could, even if his words were simple.

"Yariam, do you like it here?" one of the children asked between bites of bread.

"Yariam like here! Yariam like you!" Yariam answered, his voice sincere and full of love. He looked at the kids with a smile, his big hands resting on his knees.

After lunch, the kids went back to playing, and Yariam kept a watchful eye on them. He didn't mind being there all day. Being with the kids was one of the things that made him happiest.

As the sun started to set, the children's parents began to arrive to pick them up. Yariam waved at each of them, his big hands swinging in the air. The kids waved back and said their goodbyes.

"Bye-bye, little ones! Be good!" Yariam called out, his voice filled with warmth. Once the last child was picked up, Yariam was left alone in the yard. The city was quiet now, the hustle and bustle slowing down as the evening settled in.

Yariam stood still for a moment, looking up at the sky. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful orange glow across everything. Yariam smiled to himself. It had been a good day. A simple day, but a good one.

"I'm happy," Yariam said softly, his voice low and content. He stared at the horizon, where the sun was slowly disappearing behind the hills. He felt at peace, like everything was right with the world. He didn't need anything more.

"I'm happy," Yariam said again, this time out loud. His heart was full, and for once, he didn't need to say anything else.