nobody wants me

This inanimate object isn't actually my favoriye inanimate object,but I thought it would be fun to write about.
 Day 1: First day in my new home with my family. It is rather cozy in here with many other things of our type surrounding us I feel at home. It's dark most of the time, which I don't mind too much. Every once in a while the light will appear and a large hand will come toward us as everyone begins to cheer.
Day2:The hand heaves us up out of our home, removing the lock off our single room and reaches for one of us. Everyone is anxious, nervous in anticipation hoping they will be the ones to get picked. Usually they are picked in pairs. I have yet to been picked.
Day3: Every time the hand appears and reaches into our bag of a room it skips past me as if I don't exist. After the first couple of times it didn't bother me as much, but now my feelings are starting to get hurt and I feel unwanted. Is it the color of half of my skin? Just because I don't match the others in my family? What is wrong with me!?
Day4:Our room is almost empty. only four of us remain. I am prety sure the other three are like all the others. Am I the only one of my kind?
Day 7: Today I met my sole mate! or should I say heel mate?!! She is just like me one side white and the other brown. We are the only two left in the bag. The hand has come, but no longer for our bag, but we are no longer lonely because we have each other. We are the heels of the bread loaf.