my name is Maily, and I’m a mailbox, as you can see.
I’m here today to tell you a story about me and Miss Lonely
Heart, my owner. Please pay attention.
I have always
lived my life in extreme sadness.
I might be just a mailbox, but I have feelings too (as strange as this
may seem to you). My
owner, Miss Lonely Heart, is not a bad person, I know her well. But she
hates me, and that’s what makes me feel so bad.
On the other hand, who could blame her?
What did I give her all these years?
Only boring and unwanted mail, lots of it. Miss Lonely Heart even used to call them “junk”, and let
me tell you something…
Psssst! Down here! This is just between you and me.
This junk could be really dirty sometimes…
I was saying… hey!!! Where
are you?? You can come up
now, that’s OK!
as I was saying, I was the most miserable thing in the world because I
knew I was totally useless, a trash can that would never be able to
give Miss Lonely Heart a little cheer. Until one day…