A SILVER FRAME that once lived in a household was left without a picture for so long that it had forgotten the reason it was bought for. Many months ago, when the housewife first brought it, she placed it on a tabletop, only to forget about it and never bother again. As the days passed, the frame became very curious about the reason it was bought in the first place.
"It's pretty evident that you are not meant for a painting", a canvas that hanged from the opposing wall told the frame. "A real piece of art would not fit in a tiny frame such as you, anyway", he added.
"And it’s also likely you were not bought for any work of embroidery", an elaborate knit wall hanging that depicted nature scenery told him. "As how could the beauty of a landscape possibly fit in a tiny frame like you?"
"And how could the glory of a sculpture possibly fit in a tiny frame like you", a marble statuette that was standing on the other side of the room proudly told him.
"But I am made of pure silver...", the poor frame cried.
No sooner had he finished the phrase, and the door opened, revealing the housewife, who was carrying a photograph of her son's wedding.
"How could such a grand moment possibly fit in a frame", she whispered as tears of emotion flooded her eyes. Then she placed the photograph in the frame and kept staring at it for hours as if she wanted to live the same moments over and over....