What if I had a shirt button

I have often wondered what I would be like if I had a button. Would it be my color? Would I have had a shape? Would it have been my size? Where would I have been born?

If I had the shirt button of a man from a rich family, how nice it would have been. I was taken care of a lot, I was cleaned everyday. I was made to shine everyday. But my value is known to those people whose shirt buttons get broken and they would have the money to get me fixed. If I fall in a moving train, sometimes I get thrown in the garbage, when will people understand my importance?

I remember when I opened my eyes for the first time in a company, my shape was round and I was black in color, shortly after I was born my siblings were separated from me and someone else's siblings kept. I was polished a lot, I was rubbed a lot, I felt a lot of pain, but regardless of me, I was rubbed. I felt very strange in the beginning, but as the work was done on me, I started liking it. I was starting to look better than before, but I was still scared that I might go to some poor house. It's been almost 2 years since I had it lying in my box until the buyer found me new. My patience was breaking and I was constantly going to sleep. I had almost fallen asleep at the same time a light was seen coming from somewhere and I was caught and taken away. I was put in a white shirt and a needle was passed through me. Now I was completely in his shirt and now I was only afraid that he might not sell me to such a person who could not take care of me. But it is said that things do not happen as they think. After a long journey of 4 days, for the first time someone wore me. My shine was like a pearl coming out of the ocean. Only then my eyes fell on the wearer. I felt that my birth was successful, raised my hands and put them in the buttonhole and could not contain the flowers. The man who had come to meet his girlfriend arrived with flowers. The smell was also nice. Just then a person standing nearby spilled his drink on me and I was made to go off. Earlier, I was very happy with that person, but after that, my life has become a mess, I have become completely spoiled due to the fall of alcohol, my complexion has become bad and now I am saddened by someone other than that person. That person uses me in a very dirty way, he spits something red and yellow from his mouth and wipes it with me, now my complexion is getting worse and worse, now and then I have to apply new polish, but now and then Sometimes it is rubbed with trees, sometimes it is burnt with hot press, no one can understand my sorrow, when people will understand the importance of a button, when I will be finished from this world, yes, I am a button, I have no existence. Now my age is 6 years and 2 months and now my time has come to leave this world, now I am half broken and many scratches have come on me, when the person wearing me goes out wearing me, I I am afraid that I may fall somewhere but I will give up and once again I will go to a good home

What if I had a shirt button