Orphans

A child was bought from a foreign country.

He was loved once, but had since fallen into a molasses trap of isolation and neglect. So, a fortunate man with a respectable roll of money came along and swept him off his hungry feet and took him to a home.

Here he was to have thrived on upbringing. Constant attention would have made the child meet his potential. But alas, this wasn't so. The man who had bought him had no time for him, and often failed to check in on what he was doing day in day out.

One of the dwellers at the household saw potential underneath the child's skin, and tried everyday to show the child the potential he could strive for. For a long time the child and friend developed a bond, going out in public, having a grand old time. The dweller had developed a sort of love for the child.

Then one day, without notice, the dweller came into the house, where he saw the child being sold to another purchaser because the original owner felt it had been neglected for so long. Without being around, the owner felt it wasn't reaching its full potential. The dweller could only watch as the child left with another owner. He was sure it would reach its potential. He prayed.

Now the dweller has to go out and find his own fucking drumset on Craig's List, downing money he forgot to save away for such an occasion as this.

Woven Hand -- "Glass Eye"