Letter from laundry to kids

I see you guys promenading in fresh clothes, checking yourselves in the mirror while hardly noticing that I lie idly here. That is why I have never wanted to be born human. Your memory is the shortest. After taking me off after the sweaty game, you felt disgusted by how I smelt. I am here to remind you that we shall soon be together once again. I will cover your nakedness and still protect you from the elements. You know we cannot help but crack smiles as to how you feel mighty and powerful and look down on us. Enjoy your moment while it last because you know it never last that long. While pondering on washing machines, I have a few words to say. We know I have lost our luster since the days I was bought. I have bulged here and there and shrunk in all the important places. But it is not my fault for not bringing out your styles as before. All the same, do you think we would fare well with the corrosive bleaches that do not only eat the dirt but our very soul? Would you guys survive if you drank corrosive acid every day? I know you will not, yet you inflict such pain on me. Sometimes it is not quite your fault. The junk food you love so much has made it trouble to wear since you stretch us beyond the limit. Please be gentle with the washing machine. While you are my master’s, I would not like you to clean me. I prefer your mother. You people are still young, and it is hard to get the controls of the washing machine wrong. You would better master the professional level on your video games, so just stick to what is important to you, which is video games. We love being at parties, and we understand why you would change our colors with ice cream and soup. You love bright colors without a doubt. However, some of the guys here are not the same after such treatment. Why would you go sliding in the mud with a pretty dress? Why get drenched in the rain when you know some of us to lose the dye easily? The youngest of you the other day went sliding sitting on a makeshift sleigh only to be pulled off it, and my bottom got to bear the harsh punishment of scraping on the ground. It was all justified since the lady at the store said we would tolerate rough treatment. You guys remember when you found me at the store; it was a splendid time full of excitement, was it not? You were proud of me and paid slightly above the regular price just to have me. I have served diligently, but we are happy to continue serving. But it is not encouraging that some of you pick some of the guys from the dirty pile and then wear them after running out of ideas. Is it a must to tire one piece just because you say it is your favorite? We need to be treated with dignity, and let us get our turn to rest and let the fresh guys take their part of the burden. It is not asking for too much.