I am a red, thick candle. I have a waxy surface. I was born in a big factory and had lived in an old store for six months before a little boy took me home one day.
The little boy held me in his hand when he stepped in his home. I could see his home was small, filthy and in poor condition. I knew that he was poor. He put me in his drawer and had never taken me out after buying me for four months. I lived in the dirty drawer, feeling like suffocated. Disgusting!
“Oh my goodness, why am I so unlucky to have this master?” I always thought. His drawer was empty. I could chat with nobody. The thing that I could do was only — self talk.
One evening, the little boy took me out. His room was full of darkness. I looked at his lamp. I thought it had been broken. The little boy stared at me for a while, sounded like thinking if he should lit me up. He got a match and lit me up. I felt quite happy as I didn’t need to stay in his drawer anymore. Yet, I felt quite sad as I would lose my life so soon… That time, I saw the little boy doing his study hard. The fire in his heart was even brighter than mine. I couldn’t say anything and I didn’t know what to say. My body kept burning. I became shorter and shorter. I turned white and I felt weaker and weaker… I didn’t know why I did want to use all my effort to light up myself for my master. Ten minutes… twenty minutes… thirty minutes… I couldn’t stand still or open my eyes anymore. The last image I saw was the little boy having slept on his desk…
At that moment, I felt pleased and satisfied. I was glad to be your candle, master. I was glad to light up your life. I was just a simple candle, not like the candle of the candlelight dinner, not like the candle for the birthday cake. Yet, … it was good to be a… simple candle.
Simple, but fighting till the last moment of my life to serve!