Burn it down! ………..the candle, I mean.
Yesterday, my sister came into my room and asked if she could have a candle. I reluctantly handed her one that was already half burned, and she gave me this glare – “Why so selfish?” it asked.
If it were a book, an article of clothing, or pretty much anything else, I probably would have given it to her without a second thought.
But candles are special. They just do something to me. Every single time I strike a match and hold it to the charcoal-black wick, some unknown warmth grows inside of me. Continue reading