The Forgotten

There was once a little girl who loved broken toys.  While other children looked for the newest and most popular toys, wanting them because they may grown in value some day or because all the other children would want their toy.  But the little girl did not care whether the other children wanted her toy.  The value of her toys she judged by the character and unique qualities her toys.  She loved that the toys had a story of forgotten love.  A broken arm told her that a child once needed that you so much that they carried it everywhere with them before they  cast the broken toy aside and forgot it.  She knew that a warn and dirty face was a short lived life-time of snacks and playgrounds by the side of one who had forgotten its’ value. 

The other children laughed at her dirty and broken toys.  They scorned her for her selection of toys to love.  But the little girl loved them just the same.  She loved them for their scars and she loved them for their stories.  And when the little girl grew up, her heart never changed.