Once upon a time there was a doll, a ragdoll. Just waiting for so long, in a shelf with all else that has been forget, cover with dust and dead moths, and there sitting in the darkeness still smiling, it wondered why she was left behind? why nobody play with it anymore? what was wrong?
She came down the shelf, climb doown the books and an old dress, and find a giant glass, a mirrow in fact, and look there to see an old doll with a smiling face, she realized that was her, she took the dust out of her drees, used to be red now just kind of beige, in some point she had lost an eye and one of her legs was hanging from just one thread.
She thought she wasn't like the others new dolls, the plastic ones, the perfect ones, the ones that looks like women not like dolls. She was sad to find why she was left behind...
But then an unexpected sound broke the silence in that room, and she heard the footsteps coming closer, and a siluette she saw of a little girl that pick her up the floor, and smile at her,
the way one smile to a new friend.
She came down the shelf, climb doown the books and an old dress, and find a giant glass, a mirrow in fact, and look there to see an old doll with a smiling face, she realized that was her, she took the dust out of her drees, used to be red now just kind of beige, in some point she had lost an eye and one of her legs was hanging from just one thread.
She thought she wasn't like the others new dolls, the plastic ones, the perfect ones, the ones that looks like women not like dolls. She was sad to find why she was left behind...
But then an unexpected sound broke the silence in that room, and she heard the footsteps coming closer, and a siluette she saw of a little girl that pick her up the floor, and smile at her,
the way one smile to a new friend.
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