There was once a colourful little porcelain piece of China. She travelled from the cold country down to the valley in hope of a better life. Sadly Little Chinapiece was fooled by fate, hurt by the bitter cold, blistered by people who could not care less.
Little Chinapiece went from home to home. Each home worse than the one before it.And each time she left that home, Little Chinapiece would grow one more crack on her colourful porcelain.
One day, a Young Master came about. He saw Little Chinapiece sitting quietly at the side of a bustling shop. Young Master decided to buy Little Chinapiece and take her home. He gently carried Little Chinapiece to a new shelf in his home. Everyday Young Master would tell Little Chinapiece how much he liked her on his shelf and would lovingly glue back Little Chinapiece cracked edges. Little Chinapiece was happy. Young Master had said she could stay and she thought finally she had found her home.
Alas, one weekend, Young Master's mother came to his home.She glanced at Little Chinapiece on the mantelpiece an told her son that Little Chinapiece did not belong in his home. She had not suited the other furniture in his home. Young Master tried to reason with his mother, told her he liked Little Chinapiece on his shelf/ But Mother said no.
Having no further choice, Young Master sadly picked up Little Chinapiece and threw her out his window.
Down down down Little Chinapiece went. Hard road and rocks splintered her to a thousand pieces.
Never to be fixed again.
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