Some things are just irreplaceable or rather someone?
A story about a boy who lost a precious one while seeking for others.
There was once a boy who has all of his favourite toys in the world to play with. And there was a doll up on the shelf that he owns just to amuse him whenever he got bored of playing all of his precious toys.
The doll was rare, beautiful yet so fragile as she was one of a kind, a porcelain antique china doll that can never be found in every toy store. But the boy couldn't care less about her uniqueness or was he just clueless? Unlike the other toys that he seemed to play with gentle and care, he played the doll so rough --kicking and smashing her as if he could get a new one of the exact same doll in no time. Somehow, with all the torture he put upon the doll, it made him happy. After he has done playing, the boy would put the doll back into her box and placed her back on the shelf. And it became a daily routine for him.
Until one day, the porcelain skin of the doll started to crack and with even more harsh gesture from the boy, she was alas, broken into pieces. The boy didn't bother to fix her as it was impossible to get her back together again, assuming he could get one for a replacement, one day. If only he tried. He left her in pieces and never laid his eyes on the doll ever again.
The boy continued his playtime routine --playing all of his toys as usual but once he got bored, he tried to seek for the doll and hoping she would be there in a box on top of the shelf, waiting for him. An empty shelf was all to be seen and an exchange for a new one came to a zero. He felt as if there was a missing piece to his joy and excitement, realizing of how one doll would make his day filled with happy thoughts.
Day after day, he started to miss the precious porcelain doll he once had. But he knew no matter how much he missed the doll, she will never come back to him in one piece again. He wish he could turn back the time and undo his reckless and heartless doing because only then, he realized she was indeed one in a million and no other toys in the world would be a perfect trade for her.
"Why did you leave?"
"I'm not a doll that you keep in a box and turn to whenever you're bored. I want to be loved not be used."
A story about a boy who lost a precious one while seeking for others.
There was once a boy who has all of his favourite toys in the world to play with. And there was a doll up on the shelf that he owns just to amuse him whenever he got bored of playing all of his precious toys.
The doll was rare, beautiful yet so fragile as she was one of a kind, a porcelain antique china doll that can never be found in every toy store. But the boy couldn't care less about her uniqueness or was he just clueless? Unlike the other toys that he seemed to play with gentle and care, he played the doll so rough --kicking and smashing her as if he could get a new one of the exact same doll in no time. Somehow, with all the torture he put upon the doll, it made him happy. After he has done playing, the boy would put the doll back into her box and placed her back on the shelf. And it became a daily routine for him.
Until one day, the porcelain skin of the doll started to crack and with even more harsh gesture from the boy, she was alas, broken into pieces. The boy didn't bother to fix her as it was impossible to get her back together again, assuming he could get one for a replacement, one day. If only he tried. He left her in pieces and never laid his eyes on the doll ever again.
The boy continued his playtime routine --playing all of his toys as usual but once he got bored, he tried to seek for the doll and hoping she would be there in a box on top of the shelf, waiting for him. An empty shelf was all to be seen and an exchange for a new one came to a zero. He felt as if there was a missing piece to his joy and excitement, realizing of how one doll would make his day filled with happy thoughts.
Day after day, he started to miss the precious porcelain doll he once had. But he knew no matter how much he missed the doll, she will never come back to him in one piece again. He wish he could turn back the time and undo his reckless and heartless doing because only then, he realized she was indeed one in a million and no other toys in the world would be a perfect trade for her.
"Why did you leave?"
"I'm not a doll that you keep in a box and turn to whenever you're bored. I want to be loved not be used."
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