Inside the box, it was dark and lonely, but when I see light start breaking in, I get so happy that I dance. It is very rare that I get to dance, so I do it as long as the music, that always accompanies the light, plays. When the box opens and light floods in, I was always greeted by a giant smiling face with wide eyes and a smile with missing teeth. She would open the box often. Sometimes, I would see two other giants, much bigger than her, behind her. The smaller giant would often open the box, but at some point, I wouldn’t see the light as much and when I would, she seemed bigger each time. My last memory of the light was a long time ago; I heard a scream and then some strange siren noises, then complete silence. After a few hours I heard a door slam and sobbing. My box was lifted and opened. I begin to dance but slowly stop as I register the giant’s face. I had not seen her in a long time; she was much older, and water was running down from her eyes.

“Why won’t you dance!?” she screamed.

“Please dance!” she yelled. but I couldn’t. Her sad face made me not want to dance. Suddenly she burst into louder sobs, and I was raised into the air and quickly slammed down.

I haven’t seen the light since. I miss the light. I miss dancing. It’s lonely in here. and cold. it hurts now too. I think I’m broken. Maybe I have been broken; I couldn’t keep the little giant, who isn’t little anymore, happy.