#281 Creatures of the Night
Made of porcelain limbs and head with a soft stomach, its stitching, thick black thread along the spine, was concealed by a white blouse and yellow dress.
Ingrid handed the doll to her granddaughter. “My grandmother gave her to me. It was handed down to her and now it’s time for you to have it.”
“She looks like momma,” the little girl said, smiling up at her grandmother.
“You miss your momma?” The girl nodded, a tear in her eye. Ingrid cut the thread and inserted a photograph with the others before sewing it. “She can be your momma now.”
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