The next few days were just like back when I was first born. Every day I looked forward to the creator coming over to work on me, to fix me up. I was filled with a wonderful feeling every time they picked me up and made some new improvement, but every day my mind was haunted with a fear that poisoned my happiness and excitement.
What if today is the day that they don't come?
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, that fear lurked, always. Every day I would worry myself sick until my creator came and proved me wrong, then we would repeat the process the next day.
