Precious

I was nothing but a stone, pretending to be human. No- I was too young and too insignificant to even acknowledge me as a make-believe 'human'. 'Quinta'... I didn't even deserve a name. I was just a number. But she was not from this world. To her, an insignificant child would be far more precious than the stone he could become. And she was determined to make me live to become human