Caroline would never admit to being selfless. She wanted to be, of course she did. Wouldn't it be nice to be noble and selfless and good? But try as she could, she never managed it. Her own pride got in the way. It was her selfish desire to want to be needed, to have people like to have her around. Sometimes being nice was just a way to do that, even if it never worked out how she planned.

Shrugging she picked at her sandwich, peeling off the crust. "I guess. I mean, it's not like I hate doing charity, but I think I like to do it so that maybe someone will be there for me."