Brave Little Toaster - Jasa Harris

My life is a constant cycle, I get filled with hot coffee and two sugars, I get slurped on for about thirty minutes, and then later on I get refilled, and then finally at the end of the night I get washed. But today was different, the cycle changed. I was sitting on the edge of the counter when my owner accidently knocked me off when reaching for the coffee pot. I hit the ground hard, and broke into 5 little pieces. I hear my owner shout “shoot”, as he goes to the other room and returns to the kitchen with my good friends broom and dustpan. He bends over me and begins to sweep me into dustpan and then he dumps me in the trash. I had heard awful stories about that smelly thing, and so I was terrified laying in the filth. I stayed in the darkness for about three days when finally my owner came back. He lifted the bag out of the can and then I saw him- my replacement. It was a new, shiny mug filled with coffee sitting in my spot on the counter. I couldn’t believe it. And as my owner dumped me into the dumpster and the garbage truck came to collect me I could feel myself become sad. And that was the moment I realized that it was broken, not my body, but my heart.