The gnome of many names

Chapter one

I sit on this dusty old shelf of the treasure bin thrift store for the 5th month now. Watching kids beg their parents for broken toys and family's buying old clothes to be made new again. While I keep waiting and waiting for someone to notice me on my shelf I call home. I stand about 5 inches tall with a green hat, yellow shirt, black boots and a snowy white beard. One day a friendly old lady came into the store and saw me and she gave me a sweet smile. She picked me up and and flipped me over to see my price tag. Next thing I knew I was in the car with the old lady wondering what my next fate would be. She took me home and put me in her well maintained garden. She looked at me with a facial expression as if she was deep in thought. "Walter. That's what I'll call him."she says softly.
I thought to myself over and over again,"This is my name now. Walter."As the years went by I learned to love the old lady. She always made sure I was clean and polished.
She had a few grand children that I grew quite fond of watching them grow up. They would play with ladybugs or plant flowers with the old lady and they would look at me every once and a while. Filling me with sunshine through their smiles. "His name is Walter", the old lady would tell them with a smile. The kids would pick me up and carry me around with them for the day. I loved seeing the world around me as the kids saw it. Filled with adventure and liveliness. I loved every minute of my life there... and one day it all changed. It seemed the old lady had stopped coming out of her house all of a sudden. They kids stopped coming over and a sadness swept my heart. I missed them greatly and was confused on why they had stopped visiting me. Then I realized that the parents of the kids started coming over and leaving with boxes of the old lady's things with gloom in there eyes. My eye sheds a tear as I understand what happened, the old lady had passed away. For about a week or so I watch as slowly all the old lady's things are removed from the house. My heart is filled with grief as I watch. Then someone picked me up and put me in a box. "On to my next adventure I guess", I think as I feel a overwhelming feeling of loneliness engulf my little gnome body.