The Three Little Vases – A Story of Hope

by Susan D Miller
(Louisburg, North Carolina, USA)

The Three Little Vases
By Susan D Miller 
A long time ago, there was a wonderful glassmaker who made the three most beautiful vases in the world. The first one was pink and delicate, but it could hold a lot of flowers. The second vase was red, and thicker than the pink one, but it couldn’t hold as many flowers. The last one was blue, and even though it was the smallest of the vases, it was still really tough. The glassmaker loved her vases very much and filled them with fresh water and flowers every morning. Every night before she went to sleep, she would wash the vases very delicately and put them in a special cabinet where they would be safe all night. They were all very happy until one day the glassmaker never came to take the vases out of their cabinet. They waited all day and all night, and all the next day and next night, and even the day after that. Finally, the little vases knew that they would never see the beautiful, kind, glassmaker again. Deep inside the vases, where no one could see, a deep crack appeared. Sometime later, another glassmaker came along and said she would take care of the three little vases. She had made her own vase which was green and lopsided. She put fresh water and flowers in the green vase everyday but paid no attention to the other three vases. They were sad and hurt but they were glad they were together. One day, the new glassmaker put dirty water and dead flowers in the vases. She told them they were ugly and did not deserve the clean water and fresh flowers that the green vase got every day. They started to get cracks inside the delicate glass that the glassmaker had taken so much time to make perfect. The cracks started small and tiny, but as time went by, there were more cracks and they got bigger and deeper.

One day, the new glassmaker put the red and blue vases out with the garbage. A nice young girl saw the red vase and took it home. She washed it out very gently with soap and water until it shined. She put fresh water and flowers in it every day until the cracks deep inside started to heal. Sometimes the red vase remembered the kind glassmaker and the other vases and got sad, but the pretty girl would put more flowers in it, and it would be happy again.

The blue vase was found by a kind young boy. He washed it out really well and put all of his shiny marbles in it. Every day, as the boy added more marbles, the blue vase started to heal and the cracks and crevices weren’t as big. Sometimes, the blue vase got sad when he remembered the other vases, but the boy always seemed to find more shiny marbles to put in it and the vase was happy.

The beautiful pink vase was still with the new glassmaker. Since it could hold the most flowers, it also could hold the most dirty water and dead flowers. The new glassmaker knew this and always put more dead flowers in the vase. This gave the delicate pink vase more and more cracks deep within its glass where no one could see. One day, the vase fell off the shelf and broke into a hundred pieces.

The red and blue vases were very sad that they would never see their pink friend again and got big cracks in their glass. They did not break apart because they both had someone to put fresh flowers and shiny marbles in them. This helped the cracks heal just like before. All of the healed cracks in the vases made them beautiful and stronger than ever.

The red and blue vases have never seen the new glassmaker or the ugly green vase again. Even today, they have fresh flowers and shiny marbles in them. Sometimes, they remember the dead flowers and dirty water and they get real sad. Then they see how strong they have become and are thankful they are not with the new glassmaker anymore. So, even though they live with people who did not make them, they are still loved as much, or maybe even more, than all the other vases in the world. They never ever worry about hurting or cracking inside again. They know they are strong enough for anything.

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