They’re no better than me, but I envy them. They lead charmed lives.
I was grown in the shade and carved in the dark. My body’s a twisty sort of oblong shape, and my carved face is lobsided at best.
She carries me past the stoop to a table. A man places a ribbon on me. “Congratulations,” he says. “That’s the most unique design I’ve seen.” She beams at me with pride.