Lavish
Mikey had always wondered what it was like to live lavishly. What was it like to have plenty? To have so much that you didn't know what to do with it all. When he was younger, he'd watch the kids at the park with wonder, as they threw off their jumpers, toys discarded. As mischievous as Michelangelo was, he understood that clothes were precious, toys were to be taken care of, because you never knew when there'd be more.
He'd watch in wonder as they selected from bags of sweets, or rejected the ones they were given. Why would you reject something like that? When they got treats, they were always greatful for them. It had baffled Mikey when he was young.
It was rare they'd ever gone without. Master Splinter had always done his best to ensure they had all they needed, but sometimes early life was hard, when the winter hit, and things grew scarce. You learned to appreciate all you had, huddling down and sharing what you had amongst your family, warm despite the cold.
He used to wonder what it was like to live a lavish life.
Mikey grinned softly, his eyes sparkling and full of life as he decided. He did have a lavish life. He'd been lavished with love, and that was the most important.