Broken china

There was once a family of china dolls. They were all unique and beautifull. They weren't perfect, but those imperfections were what kept them beautiful. They were filled with beautiful things too, things like love, tenderness, passion, creativity. Unfortunatly, one of the young dolls had cracks in her feet, she would get filled with the same wonderful things the others got, but once it got to be too much, it would drain through the cracks leaving her empity. The other dolls barely noticed, except the fact that there was always messy footprints where she went, and puddles of wonderful disaster. They would help her fill up without realizing it either, showing her where to find the wonderful things to fill up again. But she still drained out. Sometimes she wondered if it would be easier if she just got smashed alltogether, it would save more wonderfulness for the others. She never acually smashed herself, or any other parts of her, but the result of her emptiness showed. Small cracks in someone else's hands, a smashed set of toes, a crack across someone else's back. Just small things that showed that she didn't have control of the leaks and breaks. She helped everyone else, devoted hours to glue and pastes, yet her feet never fully got fixed. she never had the time, or she couldn't reach.