Another Day

Oh! It´s another day, since I was created all has been changed, no, really no, but all my live has been a disaster; well I will tell you what my story was.
In the beginning was the cloth, and thiscloth was with the needle, and the cloth was me. This cloth made me, since the beginning to the end. Well, all that I have told has been unnecessary. My first memory was my first school day. I went tothe school with my good and loyalty friend Michael. We went to the school when he was 4, I was really happy but this day I started red and I finished with a lot of colors, some from crayon, andothers with chalk and it was funny, but after a lot of days it was making bored, but one day I was kidnapped by a strange woman who my child called “mom”, yes, this name who any one can forget. This day Iwas put inside a torture room called washing machine I can forget this day, it crashed me when I saw that I was changed by a more colorful backpack, it was blue and since this day I have had an enemyand my rivalry grows every day.
The “mom” took me into a very big, cold and black place. I was in an enormous box, so I couldn´t know what happened about a pair of years and one day, like a lightshine in a black room was the first light beam when the box was opened, ¡I came back with my child! But the other back was seemed ill, it has a piece of bread, with frijoles, and something like avocadowith lots of black dots and it smelled too bad, it was with some green parts and I think it was dying. I went out for first time in too much time.
I went to the school again but my child wasn´t thesame that I remembered at the same of his friends, all they had grown, they didn´t play at the same form that they usually did, they ignore me more than they did, it was also too difficult to start tocarry things that I couldn´t endure and the worst thing about it was that I carry lots of things that was unnecessary. It was the harder 6 years of all my life, carrying thing without attention of my...