A Toy’s Story
It was at a toy store when I met my “sister” for the first time. She walked through the doors of the shop with her younger siblings in tow. If my memory serves me right, she couldn’t be more than 10 years old at that time, while her siblings couldn’t be more than 5. From the corner where I was placed, I could see them walking through the different aisles of the store, and browsing through the items they had to offer. I could also see her younger siblings looking and exclaiming with enthusiasm, like any other children. She on the other hand, was looking with disinterest that didn’t seem to befit her age. I don’t know why but this behavior struck my fancy, so I kept gazing at her. Finally, they reached my spot, and when my eyes met hers, the previous bored expression left her face and was replaced with a vivacious smile. I was extremely enamored by her that my mind went blank and the next thing I knew I was being put back in my place with the promise of, “I’ll come back for you.”