I’m a plastic bottle

I’m a plastic bottle. People pick me up every day without thinking. They drink from me, carry me around, and use me for just a few minutes… but nobody thinks about what happens next. Then suddenly… I’m thrown away like I never mattered. I stay there, in the rain, under the sun, day after day, year after year… and slowly, everyone forgets me. But my story doesn’t end there. I end up in places I never wanted to go—rivers, oceans—and become part of a problem I never chose. Then one day… someone stopped. Someone picked me up. And for the first time… I got another chance. So next time you hold something like me, remember… a small choice can change a whole story. Use. Reuse. Respect.