Once there was a circle that was missing a piece.A large triangular wedge had been cut out of it.The circle wanted to be whole,with nothing missing,so it went around looking for tis missing piece.But because it was incomplete,it could only roll very slowly.
And as it rolled slowly,it admired the flowers along the way.It chatted with butterflies and enjoyed the sunshine.It found lots of pieces,but none of them fit,so it left them all by the side of the road and kept on searching.
Then,one day,it found a piece that fit perfectly.It was so happy.Now it could be whole,with nothing missing.It incorporated the missing piece into itself and began to roll.
Now it was a perfect circle,and it could roll very fast-too fast to notice the flowers,too fast to talk to the butterflies.
When it reslized how different the world seemed when it rolled through it so quickly,it stopped,left its missing piece by the side of the road,and rolled slowly away,looking for its missing piece...


Now my heart have a missing piece too.So I must rolled slowly wawy,looking for its missing piece.