Rachael carried her heart in a little basket. It say there happily, on a soft bed of blankets, beating its soft melody wherever Rachael went. When Rachael was happy, her heart was happy. When Rachael was sad, her heart slumped a little on its pillow.
Rachael enjoyed carrying her heart around with her. Those who she cared most for most were able to carry the basket and enjoy the calming beats.
Rachael especially liked to share her heart with Andrew. Whenever Rachael and Andrew were together, Andrew would take the basket and hold it happily. Rachael was happy knowing that Andrew was keeping her heart safe.
One day, Rachael and Andrew went on a picnic. They sat under a large tree next to a field of wild flowers. Rachael was dancing in the field while Andrew sat with her heart. She returned to see the basket over turned, her heart smashed on the ground, and Andrew leaving the picnic with someone else.
Crushed, Rachael slumped down into the ground and wept over her shattered little heart. She gingerly picked up each piece and put it back into the basket. She took her heart home and cleaned it up, but the pieces were still broken. Nothing that Rachael could do would make those pieces go back together.
Rachael started to leave her heart at home. She had lost that little bit of light that used to follow her where ever she went.
Over time, Rachael felt it was ok to bring her heart out with her again. She had bought a new basket, made a new pillow and blanket, and put all the pieces inside.
Rachael took her little broken heart to the park. Rachael found the perfect bench to put her basket – one where her heart could be safe, but also where Rachael could see the basket at all times while she was playing.
Rachael went to play with her friends, every so often turning to check on her heart. Then she got caught up in a game. She was distracted for longer than she wanted, and she started to feel a little strange. In a panic, she whirled around to try to find the bench with her heart on it. When her eyes found it, she was horrified at what she saw! Someone had dumped her heart out of it’s basket!
Rachael rushed over crying, “What are you doing?! Leave my heart alone!!”
She was surprised to see a little boy sitting there, she had scared him with her crying.
“I…I…I’m sorry!” he stammered. “I was just trying to help.”
He meekly held up the heart in his hands, completely covered in tape, but every last piece had been put back together.
“It’s staying together…” Rachael whispered under her breath.
She looked up in amazement at the little boy who had squished all the little pieces together and somehow managed to make them stay. He placed the heart back in the basket and started to walk away when Rachael knew she had to stop him.
“Wait! Do you want to play?”
The boy turned with a huge smile on his face.
“Of course! Let’s play tag!! You’re it!” he tapped her shoulder lightly before he sped off in the other direction.