That day Thing
wasn’t sure how he felt and if he had had someone to talk to, he might have
asked them if they had days like that too.
Before his mother
had gone off to the hospital and never returned (although he still hoped that
she would), she had told him to be happy, regardless of what people said to
him. As long as you are happy they can’t destroy you.
Thing had never done
anything wrong to anyone that he could think of, but that hadn’t stopped the
kids in school throwing things at him and calling him names.
It had taken him a
time before he’d told him mother what had been happening in school.
“Is it because I
don’t look like them?” He asked her.
She told Thing to
sit beside her and she gave him a hug.
She told him that
the universe was truly a beautiful place and all hearts were born unblemished.
But for whatever reason, hearts got tainted by thoughts, or deeds, or painted
strange colours by those who should know better. She told Thing that his heart
was truly untainted and therefore, the others would pick on him because he
showed them what they had been once – kind.
After that, Thing
would always remember his heart was unblemished. It wasn’t the other kids
faults that some of their hearts had been painted black.
One day at the end
of all this when his time in this great universe was over, he would realise
that everyone that he had met - no matter how good or bad they were - had been put
in his path for a reason.
Thing realised that
he was actually happy today and that that was the kind of day he was going to have.
It didn’t matter that his mother hadn’t returned from the hospital yet because
she lived on in his heart and that was good enough for him.
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