When I was a little girl, I had a broken doll I couldn’t bear to throw away. Then one day, she got tossed out while I was at school. I was upset. One night, I dreamed my broken doll was with me. I was dreaming my broken doll gets loved again.
My family did not appreciate my broken doll because they only saw the external damage and worthless economic value of a wasted toy. They didn’t think of my emotional and intangible bonds with my old toy. It is easy for people to fall in love with new toys, but not to love broken toys.