The Story Of Acceptance

I don't know who will read this whole thing but its like a story of being accepted, I hope you enjoy. I wrote it from the heart!!***

"The Wemmicks were small wooden people, all the wooden people were carved by a wood worker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Each Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall, others were short, some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in a village and all day, everyday, the Wemmicks did the same thing. They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers, and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people spent their days, sticking stars or dots on one another, the pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was ruff, or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. Talented ones got stars too, some could lift big sticks high above their heads, or jump over tall boxes. They could say new big words or could sing pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars, some of the Wemmcicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star, it made them feel so good! It made them want to do something else, to get another star. Others though, that could do little, they got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and laugh and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell his wood got scratched so the people would give him more dots. Then when he tried to explain why he fell he would say something silly and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he'd do something dumb, such as forget his hat, or step in water, and then the people would give him more dots. In fact, he had so many grey dots that some people would come up and give him one for no reason at all.

"He deserves a lot of dots!" the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." after a while, Punchinello believed them.
"Im not a good wemmicks." he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had lots of dots, he felt better around them. One day, he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he had ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It wasn't that people tried to give her stickers, its just that the stickers wouldn't stick, some of the Wemmcisk admired Lucia for having no dots. So they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off too. Others would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot, but it wouldn't stay either.
"That's the way I want to be." Thought Punchinello. "I don't want any marks." so he asked the sticker-less Wemmick how she did it.
"Its easy." Lucia replied. "Everyday I go see Eli.
"Eli?"
"Yes Eli the wood carver. I sit in his work shop with him."
"Why?" asked Punchinello.
"Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up on the hill, he's there." and with that, the Wemmick who had no stickers turned and skipped away.
"But will he doesn't want to see me?" Punchinello cried out. But Lucia didn't hear, So Punchinello went home.
He sat near the window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "Its not right" he muttered to himself. And he decided to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill. He stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch up on his tippy toes, to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as him arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "Im not staying here." and he turned to leave.
"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punch stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you! Come, let me have a good look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded crafts men.
"you know my name?" the Wemmick asked.
"Of course I do, I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and sat him on the bench. "Hmm." the maker spoke softly. And he looked at the gray dots. "Looks like you been given some bad marks.
"I didn't mean to, Eli. I tried hard."
You don't have to defend yourself to me child! I don't care what the other Wemmicks think."
"You don't?"
"No and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots? They are wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think your really special." Punchinello laughed.
"Me special? I cant walk fast, I cant jump, and my paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?" Eli looked at Punchinello, and put his hands on the small wooden shoulders and spoke very slowly.
"Because your mine , that's why you matter to me." Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this, much less his maker. He didn't know what to say. Everyday I've been hoping you'd come." explained Eli.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks."
"I know, she told me about you."
"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"

The maker spoke softly. "Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."
"What?" Punchinello asked amazed.
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about their stickers"
"I'm not sure I understand." Eli smiled.
"You will, but it will take time, you've got a lot of marks. For now just come see me everyday. Let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you, I don't make mistakes." Punchinello didn't stop. In his heart he thought "I think he really means it." And when he did a dot fell to the ground.
From that day on, he didn't care what people would say about him. He would keep walking on while the dots fell off.