You always had that doll
with you. It was disgusting. Mother should have binned it when she had the
chance, but she didn’t and you kept it for years. You loved it. You cared for
it, and you loved it. You believed it needed you.
It only had one eyelid. A
blue staring eye was constantly watching you. You grew up feeling that everyone
was watching you, and they were.
You were going to be
great. “Whatever you turn your hand to
you’ll do, and do well,” – that’s what she always said.
Where did you go?
I miss you.
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