Being loved

Grotesqueness overpowers goodwill. My affectionate gestures are spurned, as people move away from me.

I don’t know how Little Jamie finds me interesting. He knows a little about dinosaurs, and explores the uneven contours of my body to add to his meagre knowledge. He speaks to me for hours, tells me about his teachers and friends in school. He plans to take me there some day, when Mom isn’t watching. The camaraderie makes him share a portion of his ice cream with me. He cleans up the mess later, to bypass a rebuke from elders.

God bless his kind spirit! So what if I am only a toy….. I like to be treated at par with other beings in the house.

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