I am a Piñata

I am a piñata. I was born specially for the reason of being stuffed with lots of candy and whacked to death by lots of small temperamental children. I have known this since I was created and I have feared the day it would happen. But right now I am in a car on my way to a birthday party. I know what will happen to me and I am not afraid because I know it was meant to happen this say. I have arrived at the party, all stuffed with goodies for the children, and they are hanging me from a tree in the back yard for the children to hit me. I can see the children looking tame with anticipation in their eyes. The first child came up and hit me three times with a baseball bat. It hurt horribly but I got over because I knew I wouldn't feel it for much longer. Then the second child came up. He was larger than the others and I feared he would be the one to do it. He hit me once and candy came pouring out of me like a river.  But when the last piece fell I was gone.