The piece of bread

The pie twisted her nose, and responded ironically:

— In normal days maybe, but I am a ‘must’ in every party. My presence is happily awaited as I am very delicious and enchant the most demanding palates.

Faced with his pal’s words, the piece of bread felt shy and humiliated.

The cake, very arrogantly, faced him and asked:

— What about you? Don’t you say anything?

The poor piece of bread faced down, and felt very sad. He felt inferior to his colleagues, as if he had no real value. After all, he was just a piece of bread.

The pic sarcastically replied:

— Leave him. Can’t you see he is not worth anything? He is only used when there is nothing else better around. With so many juicy specialities like us, his destination is to stay here, growing mouldy in this cupboard, until he goes to the bin.

Feeling very sad, the bread did not say anything. He knew he wasn’t worth anything anyway.

Suddenly, a noise was heard in the kitchen. Someone approached. They all stay quiet.

	The cupboard door opens and the house owner appears with her son Paul. — What would you like to eat, my son? — The mother asks, kindly. — Maybe some rolls? — No, mum. They are a bit too soft. I like it when they are dry.
— Well, maybe a piece of cake? Or pie?

— No, no. They are too sweet — the boy says.

Then the boy looked at the piece of bread, and caught it with a lot of care whilst he spoke:

— When I am really hungry, mum, I don’t avoid eating my piece of bread!

The bread left the cupboard happily, under the eyes of his palls…

In life, we all have our own value and a task to fulfil, even if we don’t feel it or believe it.

Therefore, we should not consider ourselves better than others, letting pride install in our hearts.

We should also not consider ourselves worse than others. Each one of us is different and unique, but we are all brothers before God.

We all have our unique value.

                                                        Aunt Celia