The Crystal - story with a moral

The Crystal
When I was a little girl, I was given a beautifully cut crystal that was long shaped and could stand up by itself. The crystal was my childhood treasure. The spectrum of colours it produced made me imagine that it was some kind of magical object that possessed special powers. I placed it on the top of the bookshelf and would play with it after school. My parents were amazed by my fascination of the crystal. What fun was a piece of crystal? Shouldn't she be more interested with her dolls or play sets? I was obsessed with using the crystal to refract light and watch as the rays…