Home

She laid there.

Open eyed, heart isolated from the world. “I miss home”, she thought

As the sounds of children tied to frustrated parents receded out the door;

The aggravated teenage workers trudging through the candy, toy littered floor.

She was lifted off the ground, thrown into the back of the shelf to make way for the desirables for she was an unwanted “thing”, in this unkempt toyshop for the poor

And destitute.

 Her old owner, although rich, going through life in the most beautiful garb made by the hands of the most loving family, held in the most beautiful room, her owner was not beautiful, her spirit was not rich.

Ugly.

Distasteful.

A burden and an ungrateful person. She threw her, beat her.

A once beautiful toy now mangled like that of a dog’s bone by her owner’s “loving” hands.

Now she sits, waiting, weeping, pushed towards the back of the shelf.

One night the store was visited by a humble little child. She was so filled with life, with energy.

Digging around the shelves searching for the right one, she pulled her.

Out from the back she held her in her hands exclaiming, “Mommy! She’s perfect! I’ll name her Annie!”

So Annie, went, being tugged into a new home.

Less beautiful than the last, poor.

But the family was rich in happiness, in peace, in love.

And although there was never a smile upon her face and no gleam through the buttons of Annie’s eyes. She was happy in the loving hands of her companion.

She was finally home.