Good-bye my dear friend! Good-bye!
I remember when we first met. You were so beautiful. Exactly what our family was looking for. We were in awe at all you could do.
We brought you home. We lovingly set you up in your new domain. We gave you everything you wanted, which wasn't much. Just some paper to eat, some electricity to feed you, along with an occasional electronic message from time to time.
But in return you gave us so much. You gave the children pages to color of Ancient Roman Soldiers, Native American Indians, Fairly Tale Princesses. Sure, you spit out the occasional Math test or other such nastiness, but the children forgave you, and I for one, loved you for it.
It was so sad, the other morning, when I sent you a Math test, assuming you would lovingly process it and present it to me, your master.
But nothing happened.
Why is she not obeying me? What has happened?
I rushed to you, and tears came to my eyes. Your back hinge was broken, allowing light to penetrate on your insides. You couldn't function with that huge gap in your backside, after-all, you're not a plumber. (Wait, how in tarnation did that slip in?This is supposed to be a serious and somber post. Get with the program!)
How did this injury occur? Who could have put such pressure on you as to make you blow a hinge?
Refusing to believe, I called the Doctors, the experts.
I could barely understand the broken English. But the message was clear. The part you needed was no longer available. You were too old. To me, you would always be young, but in your world, 3 years is ancient. You are geriatric. Obsolete. Pushed aside for smaller and better.
But I still loved you.
I hung up the phone, devastation in my heart.
Will life ever be the same without you? Will Prince Charming come to the rescue?
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