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| Once again she was forgotten, ignored, and shunned. She walked along the street trying not to feel the pain of exclusion. A small, round and flat shiney stone caught her attention. She bent down to pick it up. It glittered like a crystal from a fairy land. She took it in her hand and put it in her pocket. She continued to walk along the street oblivious to the other children playing about her. As some of the other children started to once gain notice her; she became afraid for her treasure. She quickly hurried away from her tormentors and rushed home. She slipped in the house unnoticed and headed for the bedroom. "I have to find a good hiding place for you" she thought as she quickly surveyed her room. Then she spied the perfect place. Her parents didn't even know about the secret compartment just beneath her bed. She quickly crawled under her bed and opened the boards on the floor. She had just finished hiding her treasure when her parents came rushing into her room. "Just what do you think you are doing?! they yelled. "I was looking to see if my doll was under my bed." She replied in a shakey, frightened voice. And then she added,"I couldn't find my Lisa." "I threw it out!" replied her mother in a contemptuous voice. "But she's mine!" the girl cried. With that her mother slapped her forcing the much smaller child to her knees. "Nothing belongs to you!" her mother screamed, " NOT while you live in this HOUSE!" Her father advanced on her and beat her until she could no longer ignore the searing pain. She screamed in anguish. That only made her father angrier and the beating that much more vicious. Only when her parent's anger at her was abated (around two hours later) did they leave her on the floor to her anguish and tears.
She just lay there - not even knowing why she lived or if she even wished to live. The only thing she had was her stone - her wishing stone. Her wishing stone (safe in the secret compartment) was her only treasure, and her only friend.
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