One day, my creator picked me up and I felt like crying when I saw the scissors in their hand. Of course it was too good to be true! My hopes of a bright future and a happily ever after were sunk, and I resigned to letting my creator cut open my head. They trimmed out a hole in the top and then, using a big needle (bigger than any of the others by a long shot) and some thread, began stitching a sort of zigzag pattern just below my eyes.
I wondered a bit about they were doing, and I had no idea until they were finished and had removed the needle and thread that they had, at long last, given me a mouth.
Right away I tried speaking, but something was strange and I couldn't say a single word. It seemed like something was wrong with my mouth.
I thought maybe something was wrong with me for not being able to speak, but my creator gave me a look of realization and brought back the scissors, cutting the stitches away. Then, going back inside my head with the needle and thread, sewed them back on upside-down. Or, rather, right side up.
When they were finished, they smiled at me with that loving look of theirs, sewed back up the hole in the top of my head, and left.
I was so happy and my heart felt like it was overflowing with love for my creator. They did still love me, and they had just proven it to me.
