Harold always knew that he was different from everyone else. He was shaped differently and he was even a different color from the rest of the loaf.

Harold spent his time watching his friends doing all of the things that he dreamed of doing. 

Day after day, Harold would sit idly by as his peers would leave the bread box, one by one, to go out into the world and become great things.

His friends were chosen for things like a delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich, one layer of sweet and nutty peanut butter and another layer of sticky and tart jam forming one of the best sandwiches ever made.

Some of his other friends were spirited away to become toast. Crispy and golden brown, those friends were not as fancy as some of the others, but they were still an important part of every breakfast.

Harold would sit in his little corner of the bread bag and listen as his friends would dream about becoming a gooey, melty grilled cheese sandwich, buttery and grilled just right, the cheese stretching to amazing lengths with every bite.

Then, one day, Harold found that only he and the other heel were left alone in the bread box.

Harold suddenly became very nervous, and  gathered his courage and found his voice. 

“H…hi,” Harold managed to utter. “I’m Harold.”

“My name is Hope,” the other heel responded.