and that is how the day began

i found a gift, it was lying in the middle of the street all by itself. It was wrapped in canvas and wire. It had been there a while, it was wet and dirty, had paint splattered on it and smelled like dog. It was kinda big, maybe a foot by a foot. Strange no one had picked it up, it's not like it was in the middle of nowhere. I picked it up and with some muscle forced it under my son's stroller. We got to the car and I transferred it to the floor of the passenger seat, I stared at it. It didn't tick, so I knew we were safe. It was kinda heavy for such a small box. This gift intrigued me yet I was afraid to open it. The fear lasted a while. I starred at the gift some more, talked to the gift and charished the gift. I put it in a glass case for the whole world to see and maybe just maybe someone would claim it. Maybe someone just miss placed it and was looking for it. It was beautiful to me, it must have have been beautiful and missed by someone. Some would say I even feel in love with my gift. But I couldn't open it, I was afraid and it probably wasn't intended for me anyways. My fear turned to violence, I became violent towards other gifts. I said they weren't good enough, they weren't wrapped in idividuality, like my gift; they were followers that looked and smelled like other gifts. Some people laughed at me and said "a girl like you and a gift like that just don't fit." I didn't care, for some reason I couldn't help but smile everytime I saw my gift. My gift, it was my gift, I had the gift for a long while and no one came to get it. I began to hurt. Everytime I saw the gift I wanted more. I wanted what was inside but I couldn't have it because it just wasn't right, after all a gift like that and a girl like me just didn't fit, we were oposite in every way, or so it looked and most importantly I was afraid. One day way after my fear had turned violent that violence and my hurt got together and an explosion occured. I tore the canvas off my gift, opened the box, and I didn't even have to look inside, the gift came flooding out. The gift was the sunshine, my sunshine, so beautiful and warm I couldn't keep it for myself I had to share it with the whole world and that is how the day began. I looked my fear in the eye and all violence and hurt ciesed to exsist. "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" Winston Churchill