Nefretiri
"Abuela," I pouted at the pieces of junk in front of me, disappointed. "You said we were going to make magical treasures."
"Patience, cachorra," She laughed at the look on my face, amused at my innocence. "We are."
"But... this is all trash," How could we make powerful things out of garbage? Empty bottles, wrappers, and pieces of yarn. My grandmother had made unimaginable talismans and even magical weapons.
"Oh, why is it trash?" Now I was confused. Couldn't she see it? It was all obviously pieces of garbage nobody wanted. "Is it worthless because it's used? Or because it was discarded?"
"But..." I was all for recycling. I did it all the time. Made jewelry from bottle caps and string, paper flowers from any scraps I could get my hands on, and I'd even made a Christmas reef out of a metal coat hanger and plastic grocery bags, but never treasures. "We can't make anything out of these."
