Live for the others
I was in the store with my sisters and brothers. When our dolls maker finished us, he told us before leaving the factory: "You look similar. But the experience that will have everyone of you will be much different from the experience the others will have, and so will be your fate. You are destined to enter joy and happiness into people's hearts, no matter how many times they hurt you. I feel sad for the end of some of you will be sad, but I am sure you will do your work perfectly." I stayed in the store for sometime until a young girl came and bought me.
She was so calm, so kind and took care of me. She brought me home where she used to play with me the whole day and never had she slept far from me. I was happy to see her enjoying, to see the comfort she feels at night when being by her side. She called me “Dreams guardian”.
When the girl entered school, I was spending the long day’s hours alone waiting her to come back. I felt lonely but was happy that my little friend was learning something new.
Years passed, the little girl grew up, and I was put aside as every doll. I thought for a moment then said to myself: “Cheer up! You had nice moments with her. You’re a part of her souvenirs and one of the souvenirs box inhabitants.” I never thought my end will be in the garbage. There I remembered my maker’s talks. I felt a deep sadness and I wondered why did this happen to me. Was it because I didn’t do my work perfectly?
Days and nights, alone in the garbage; I stayed there until a vagabond boy passed by. He looked sad, in need of a warm house, a mother’s arms, and a family. I can’t forget his innocent eyes full of tears; neither will I forget his happiness to find me there where dolls shouldn’t be. The tears he was trying to stop came down when seeing me. Smiling, he took me from the garbage, hugged me and cried for a long.
I lived with that boy. He taught me what does mean happiness. He had practically nothing, but his little heart finds always his way to happiness miraculously. He named me “tenderness”; he used to hug me searching for the warm in the cold winter nights.
Time changed, the little boy grew up. And the dreams he was narrating to me became true. From a small cold place to a big house, from loneliness to family, childhood dreams are now youth’s reality. A man he became and my worries to be thrown away disappeared after he put me in a glass box and chose for me a nice place at home where I can stay confidently.
I was happy for him, happy for I finally found stability. But deep inside, I felt that my role with him was finished. And as now I understood my maker’s talks, I badly wished that another child takes me to be able to build a new child’s happiness.