#0NE | full-circle

It was a warm Thursday morning, and the sun's rays slowly crept through the windows, painting playful shadows across the floor. Everything was peaceful—except for one small button, Dizzy, was frantically pacing along the wooden shelf. She was looking for her best friend, Pixi, who, like her, used to sit neatly by the little dog figurine. 

"Has anyone seen a button just like me?" she asked in a flustered tone, scanning the sleepy buttons and cats. A khadi button, Mr Aldin, cleared his throat and broke the news. “Your friend was picked…” 

Dizzy was devastated. Days passed, and her search continued, from the shelf to the windowsill, but nothing. Just as she was ready to give up hope, a customer returned. As the lady spun in her new green blouse that was altered to her fit, something wonderful happened—the extra button popped off! And yes, it was that *best friend*! Her long-lost button!

They hugged, they squealed (well, quietly, of course), and just like that, their tale came full circle.