It's Christmas time.
The house became bright and brilliant.
While the cupboard she stayed in became dark.
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It's Christmas Day.
She can hear the wrapping paper be shredded from inside the cupboard. The cupboard is more crowded with the extra Christmas dishes being used. Meaning she was left useless.
Her only purpose to serve not preferred because she didn't sport the combination of red, green and white.
She heard the scream when he opens one particular gift. She could imagine the joy in his eyes from when he unwrapped it.
Because in the box was a little baby onesie.
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