The little light bulb tried to sneak a peek outside its packaging from the oval-shaped cut-out. Finally, someone chose it and grabbed it from the dusty shelf at the end of the huge store. It noticed a large light bulb that was lying next to it in the shopping cart.

• .. Lucky you! Look how huge you are.

The large light bulb opened its eyes and searched for the source of the sound from behind the thin mica on its box. It saw the small light bulb. It gave it a slanted smile and said:

• Thanks, buddy.

The small light bulb imagined itself in the size of the large bulb and grew sad thinking of its small figure:

• How does the world look like when you’re that huge?

The large bulb had no idea, yet it pretended that it did:

• Well, you perceive the world in a different way. It’s not the same. I don’t know if you would you understand if I told you?

The small bulb sighed.

• Maybe not. Because I’m too small.

The large bulb tried to comfort the small bulb.

• It’s Ok. Maybe you can grow larger if you try harder.

The small bulb said:

• How am I supposed to try harder? I had no say in the production line of the factory.

The large bulb was doubtful of what it was saying, yet it said:

• There is something in every bulb’s essence that causes its production line to be different from others.

A hand took the bulbs out of the cart and put them inside a white plastic bag and they could no longer talk to each other. The small light bulb was thinking about the essence of every light bulb as enjoyed wobbling inside the plastic bag. Up until the moment they took it out from the plastic bag, the small bulb was thinking about its essence and the reason that it to wind up in the production line of small light bulbs.

The small light bulb was sitting on the kitchen table and trying to explore its surrounding from the small cut-out on its packaging. It saw a gigantic chandelier across from it. It remembered what the large light bulb said: Lucky devil. The chandelier had at least a dozen crimson velvet shades, but it could not see the light bulbs inside them. At the other end of the house, next to a jasper-green sofa, it spotted a gilt lampshade with a large dark green shade: Its light bulb must be huge. It discovered several small wall sconces as well: Their light bulbs must be the same size as me.

A hand took it out of its box. It was a girl with long radiant golden hair. The small light bulb remembered the essence of each light bulb and was stricken with grief. The girl put it on another table, the small bulb glided a little, and then tried to remain steady. Now it was looking directly at dozens of other small candelabra light bulbs like itself, all of which were sitting in a large crimson chandelier and some of them were staring back at it. The girl told someone:

• What is this large light bulb for?

Another girl with a deep voice said:

• I was not sure which one was suitable so I bought both of them.
• You are so inattentive of your surroundings. Where are we going to fit this huge light bulb in this house?

Suddenly it heard the sound of something breaking. The small light bulb closed its eyes straight away. Sometimes some items would break tragically in front of its eyes and other light bulbs and it was difficult for the small light bulb to wipe it from its memory. It did not want to watch another heart-rending scene, the deep voice shouted:

• What happened?
• I dropped the large light bulb and it broke. Do not come here barefoot.