She was my favorite babydoll.
She was in my safe deposit box when I worked at the bank.
When I quit she was in a bag.
Accidently was thrown away.
She was little and so torn up.
I even dropped her in the toilet a few times.
She just couldn't hold herself up while potty training, lol.
I had to have been fun for my mom.
She talked.
Until I somehow broke the string in her back off.
Then her head just rattled a little.
I loved her.
She had so many "surgeries" as I grew up.
Lucky for me, Grandma is a seamstress.
I had her for long time.
I was about 21 or so when she was lost.
I have random moments where I'd like to be able to pull her out of the closet or box and just hold her.
Like Bud (my bear from my first birthday).
Or Fluffy (my blanket from when I was born).
I love that I have these things from childhood.
They make me happy when I'm sad.
Comfort me when I'm sick.
So many people don't have these things.
I feel so lucky my mom saved them for me.
This isn't an actual pictre of mine but one I found online.
She was beautiful :).
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