From this day, my life as a button has entered the real world. It all started when my previous owner lost me to a shirt and I was placed in a spare clean wrap bag full of other buttons. Some varied from colours and sizes. As each day goes by, the bag became bigger and heavier. Moving around in this bag wasn't too easy because as I move from left to right I was felt by a fellow button everywhere I went. We were then placed n a box.
I was now in a place of darkness, the only thing I could hear was screaming voices of escape from other buttons. …
