A Little Love Could Be the Cure
Short Fiction
Once upon a time, when inanimate objects had feelings and could react based on their emotions but couldn’t hurt their masters. A chair might tremble with fear, a clock could sway with joy, a kettle could whistle with delight; stoves could burn hot with anger, the toilet could whoosh dramatically when choked by flatulence, and the taps could give their drops in rhythms.
In a rich man’s house, who had three identical cars to convey his family to church, there was a car door that kept making a banging sound. Frustrated, the owner swapped the door with one of the other cars. The door that replaced it made no banging sound, but the door made more noise where it was. For ease of reference, let’s call the banging door Alice. Alice had to be taken back to the car it came from. The owner contemplated changing her entirely.
On a fateful Sunday, the owner’s little daughter said that she wanted to be in the car with noisy Alice. The owner was reluctant but allowed it. When the journey started, she spoke to Alice, saying, “I know you behave like this because my aunt, who was the main passenger of this vehicle, always slammed you, but I don’t mind being here, so I would hold onto you every journey until you get comfortable.” Immediately, she held onto the door; her brother, who was driving and had not been watching her, noticed that the banging reduced.
The next day, the car was tested, but Alice still made noise. However, when the little girl was in the car, Alice barely made a noise because the little girl held onto Alice. The owner discovered this and made the car solely for his little girl. After several months, the owner took the car, forgetting Alice’s banging noise. This time, Alice made no noise. When the owner got to his destination, he realized that Alice had made no noise. Going back home, he paid attention and noticed that the door still made no noise. Alice had recovered.
Take Home: The way we treat others goes a long way to affect how they act, especially children. Some individuals may behave in ways that seem irrational due to past wounds or experiences, and often, all they need is love to heal. We may not know the stories of those around us, but living with love can influence and shape who they become. Let’s choose to live with love.
