A friend of mine donated 2 boxes and a suitcase full of toys along with a giant ass kitchen lol. As I was going through everything, I noticed missing pieces, a broken toy here and there. It's when I came across a toy pony with its hind foot was chewed on to the point it wouldn't stand on its own.
It reminded me of how when I was younger, toys that were broken were.considered invaluable,no good, etc. Til this day i try to save every broken toy my daughter has. The one I tried to hold on to for the longest was Fancy Nancy, Z had took her leg (maybe the arm as well)off and was never able to be repaired. Even though her sister saw no value, I did. I saw that she could still be played with even though she was missing limbs. We are to quick to throw away things and people after their value and use have diminished. What hurts the most when humanity does this to one another, just because that person no longer has any value to you, does it mean to make them feel less than their true worth? The mental anguish goes beyond what we think we see. No matter who you are or where you're from, we are all valuable no matter how broken we are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And you know what, that little toy pony has been washed it will be in Z's room tomorrow fitting in with all her other toys.