I was brought into this world
By the gentle hands of a girl
Sewing, stitching and holding me with admiration.
I thought she would be my master.

I was given to a kind girl
With a soft touch.
Hugging, speaking, holding me with affection. 
She had been my teacher.

I was put in a dark corner,
With a small shove.
I was glanced at, touched and smiled at.
I had no one then.

But one day,
The sweet girl came back.
Hugging me and crying with joy.
She has been my friend.