The jacket was obviously old - full of patches, its brilliant blue coat now a pale gray. But it was the best her mother could get from the second-hand bazaar from across the factory where she works.
"This is my special gift for you just as you are God's special gift to me."
"Thanks, Mom." With a light peck on the cheek, she ran to the park, thrilled to show her friends the present.
She stopped, all her excitement gone. They were all wearing jackets. Truly new jackets, unlike hers.
Feeling extremely down, she slumped on a bench, throwing the jacket to one side. I hate it, she thought, before succumbing to the allure of slumber.
The sun slowly disappeared behind the thinning clouds as the day gives way to the night
"You're still here, aren't you?" the old bench chides the jacket, still entertained, apparently, with his little game even though it has been a week since the jacket has been left there.
The jacket chooses to ignore him, deathly tired of arguing.