She was born out of a world of pain and misery, trials and tribulations. During the time her birth, she had to endure the pain of what felt like thousand searing needles. And then finally it was over and she had finally arrived. She was not treated with any degree of respect. She was thrown to the side like a worthless entity. No one gave a damn about her.
From when she could remember, she was just a show piece. Lined up in front of a cheap store, she would fight for attention with others of her kind. It was a severe life, but it was survival. Some people would pass without even batting an eyelid. Others would just gawk at her and pass on by. Nobody gave her a look that showed compassion and love if only for a fraction of a second. Every night, she would be locked up in a damp creepy shed crawling with god forsaken insects and no lights. She would shiver her way through the night, never catching sleep for days at a stretch until she finally passed out of sheer exhaustion.
And then one day, a kind lady showed some interest on her. After taking a long look at her, the lady asked, "How much." I'll give her to you for this sum. It embarasses me(me - as in the author) to disclose this paltry sum to you. But the lady after some haggling which I was shocked to see, paid up and picked her up in her arms. That was the first human touch she had felt in a long time.
Thereafter her life changed. The lady would take her everywhere with her. She even introduced her to her modest friends who were all praise about her. She felt wanted and looked after for the first time in her life. She even blushed when they complemented her on her appearance. The house was by no means a palace, but it was adequate to satisfy her modest requirements. The lady would always glance it her lovingly every once in a while and pet her. She was looked after well and had nothing to complain.
And then one day, she noticed to her dismay the lady, who by this time, she started regarding as her own mother walked in with someone else. And that was it. The next day she was thrown into the gutter. After the sewer dogs had a go at tearing her apart just for the fun of it, she was left there to rot. It was a good year before the garbage dumpster picked her up and threw her into a huge pile of a recycling unit. And just before she entered the jaws of the crusher, she uttered a silent prayer to God thanking Him for her existence; a chance to to be and experience this life on Earth if only as a pair of cheap hand sewn ladies' slippers. She could only hope for another chance to visit Earth although she knew the chances were slim.
If a pair of stereotype ill-treated slippers found life worth living and thanked the Lord at the end of it all, what are you complaining about, Idiot! Go out there and live your life to the fullest. You only have one on this Earth.
From when she could remember, she was just a show piece. Lined up in front of a cheap store, she would fight for attention with others of her kind. It was a severe life, but it was survival. Some people would pass without even batting an eyelid. Others would just gawk at her and pass on by. Nobody gave her a look that showed compassion and love if only for a fraction of a second. Every night, she would be locked up in a damp creepy shed crawling with god forsaken insects and no lights. She would shiver her way through the night, never catching sleep for days at a stretch until she finally passed out of sheer exhaustion.
And then one day, a kind lady showed some interest on her. After taking a long look at her, the lady asked, "How much." I'll give her to you for this sum. It embarasses me(me - as in the author) to disclose this paltry sum to you. But the lady after some haggling which I was shocked to see, paid up and picked her up in her arms. That was the first human touch she had felt in a long time.
Thereafter her life changed. The lady would take her everywhere with her. She even introduced her to her modest friends who were all praise about her. She felt wanted and looked after for the first time in her life. She even blushed when they complemented her on her appearance. The house was by no means a palace, but it was adequate to satisfy her modest requirements. The lady would always glance it her lovingly every once in a while and pet her. She was looked after well and had nothing to complain.
And then one day, she noticed to her dismay the lady, who by this time, she started regarding as her own mother walked in with someone else. And that was it. The next day she was thrown into the gutter. After the sewer dogs had a go at tearing her apart just for the fun of it, she was left there to rot. It was a good year before the garbage dumpster picked her up and threw her into a huge pile of a recycling unit. And just before she entered the jaws of the crusher, she uttered a silent prayer to God thanking Him for her existence; a chance to to be and experience this life on Earth if only as a pair of cheap hand sewn ladies' slippers. She could only hope for another chance to visit Earth although she knew the chances were slim.
If a pair of stereotype ill-treated slippers found life worth living and thanked the Lord at the end of it all, what are you complaining about, Idiot! Go out there and live your life to the fullest. You only have one on this Earth.
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