Hello everyone, you must be thinking that this post is about the topic of love? Not at all, because this is a story about ME, and my name is LOVE and I am a BAG!
My Creator had created me in the form of an elephant and I am waiting for my new owner to buy me at Chatuchak, Bangkok. Everyday I sit and wait for potential owners. Finally, one fine day, a lady dropped by and she took me up and say, "I think my niece would love this! Okay, I shall get this!"
Oh, let me tell you how excited I was. I was so happy that finally someone took notice of my existence. She took me back to Malaysia, washed me and then gave me as a gift to her niece. Oh, how I love my new owner!! Let's call her Pinky!
Pinky loves me very much and she names me LOVE (that is how I got my name). She loves to carry me around wherever she goes. I feel happy because I feel that I am very useful. Although sometimes I cannot perform well due to my limited size but Pinky never despises me, she still loves me for who and what I am.
One day, whilst I was sleeping, the other bags woke me up. They told me about a story of Pinky's favourite bag, Baby. They told me that she had been carrying Baby for many years but because I am cute, she rarely uses Baby now but ultimately Pinky is going to put me aside and continue to use Baby because that is still her favourite bag.
I could not sleep well that night, because I feel upset by what was told to me. I have always wanted to find an owner who would appreciate me and accept me, and I thought I have found one, who is Pinky. I turned left and turned right, but I still could not sleep and in the end, I cried myself to sleep.
Baby is being kept in a special cupboard and I found out that Pinky would take her out to clean and hug her to sleep every night. When I found out about this, I felt neglected and my mood was badly affected by this; no longer I am the cheerful Love I once was :-(
One day Pinky came to her room of bags where I was kept and she took me up and say, "Love, I am sorry I have to keep you aside from now on, because I have reached another stage of my life and Baby is the only bag that could satisfy my needs. I love you and you have performed very well all this while, but I need a bag which I can use at all times. I am sorry, Love. I will take good care of you from time to time. Take care!"
Ouch, that hurts! I was very upset by what Pinky told me. I could not sleep every night and would wake up in the middle of the night to cry. I love Pinky and hope that I could serve her as long as I could. However, I know my own limits. I am just a cute bag suitable to be used during fun days, and am not a multi purpose bag which Pinky is seeking for.
Every now and then, I would wait patiently for Pinky to come into my (our) room and have a look at us. Whenever she wants a fun night out, she would take me out. I would be excited and ever ready to serve my owner. Each time she brings me out, she would say, "Thank you Love, I am very happy to bring you out today. Good night!".
There I am, waiting for my next round to serve my owner in the "Waiting Room". I could only miss Pinky and her voice and cry myself to sleep whenever I think about how happy I was whenever she brings me out.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock....
When is my turn?
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