Nobody has been able to go anywhere for more than a year, and I’ve been stuck behind these closed doors for so long. Nobody had come to see me for such a long time – months in fact. I missed my friend who used to come pick me up, sometimes humming when we were together. I felt lonely, unwanted, useless. I used to have a purpose – I used to sit in the living room or the dining room with her, and she smiled when she looked at me. She said I added color to her life; she added love and purpose to mine just by choosing me and our being together. I knew we were friends because she’d come to where I lived so often, pick me up, and perhaps we’d be joined by others that she liked. Sometimes we’d end up in her living room, sometimes in the dining room, and occasionally even out on the patio together.
Finally, I heard her humming, steps coming toward the door to where I live, and when the door was opened, there she was. I was so happy to see her again. She took me from my house and we went to her kitchen, and she gave me a refreshing drink of water like she always did. Then she gave me some garden flowers to hold, and we went into her living room. And she gazed at me for a long time and smiled. Then her other friend came to the door, rang the doorbell, entered the house, and both of them admired me. I held the flowers exactly as she wanted. I was so happy to be her chosen vase.
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