My entire history started in a store. A place where every day was the same. I would sit on the top shelf and watch kids run through the aisles with their parents. They would pick out the new toys that came in big boxes or the electric cars they could drive down the sidewalk. But I stayed sitting on my shelf. It was okay. I didn’t complain. I knew my time would come one day. And it did. A little girl came into the store and picked me out from where I sat. Her parents asked if she was sure and she eagerly said yes. And my new life was underway. When I got home, she played with me for hours. We had tea parties and jumped on the trampoline in the back yard and went for car rides. I sat with other toys and watched over as she took naps. She started going to school. She’d run into her room to grab me to help with her reading or writing or math every day. I didn’t see her as often but that was okay. I’d get to see her before and after school. Soon she started to have friends over. They would bring their toys too and we would all play together. They would build pillow forts and play hide-and-seek with me. We would watch movies and laugh until her parents came in the room saying it was time for bed. She was growing up and slowly stopped running to get me every day. I’d still sit on her bed and watch her work at her desk. Every so often she would watch a movie with me. If she had a bad day we’d hug it out until she felt better. Soon enough, every day was the same. I would watch her get up early in the morning, get dressed, turn off the light, and shut the door behind her. I wouldn’t move. I would sit on the top of the shelf waiting for the door to open again. But, I took it upon myself each day to guard the room. If one of the dogs pushed the door open, I would make sure they didn’t destroy anything. If her mom came in to clean or pick up, I would make sure she didn’t put her treasures in strange places. I could see the sun outside her window, and I would watch it move through the sky. That was when I knew she would be returning. Most days she would come back into her room when the sun was low in the sky. She would sit down at her desk and pull out notebooks, pencils, and a computer. She would write for hours while watching videos. Sometimes they were of strange people playing video games. Other times it was a step-by-step on how to do homework. I could understand what was happening for a while, but once they started talking about derivatives, I was lost. Once a week she wouldn’t come back until the sun was down. She was A Different Point of View | Payton Klaer
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