There was once a girl with a broken heart. She nursed it but only a little. Her eyes always shone with tears. Her hands shook because of the weight she held in her tiny hands. She went to her mother. "Mother, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"
Her mother looked down her nose at the little girl and said, "No. Not until you learn how to behave."
She looked down at her toes and a tear fell from her shining eyes. Still holding her heart in her hands, she looked at her father. "Father, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"
Her father looked away from his newspaper for a moment, "It gets on my nerves when you cry. Go away."
The girl sadly clutched her heart to her chest and went to her brother. "Brother, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"
Her brother looked at her sourly, "Leave me alone."
As she left home, she saw a river. She looked down at her heart and then, without a second's hesitation, she threw it as far away as she could into the stream.
A stranger saw this and came to her. "What was that?"
Her soul less eyes looked at him. "Nothing that mattered."