Little girl: Mom, let me take my dolls with me
Mother: no, we don’t have time, we need to leave now!
Little girl: but mom, please! I will carry them!
Mother: we will return, it will not be for long!
Little girl: at least my favorite doll, please mom
Mother: let’s go
The little girl was so sad, what will happen to these dolls alone…She used to be afraid to play with them and break them; she wanted them to stay brand new! Well they stayed…or they didn’t?
She was thinking the entire time and whispering to herself: They were afraid in the dark, in this big living room? She placed them in the best place in living room to remain untouched and new! They were hurt when the house was destroyed? I hope they didn’t feel any pain…I hope my favorite doll was sleeping when they invaded! She was on my bed; I hope she was sleeping….
The little girl wasn’t concerned that she lost her house, and everything in it! They snatched her from her hometown, her home. She slept having everything and woke up having nothing! They took everything in seconds…But she was concerned about the dolls!
And by the time she had the chance to be back to her home, she was too old to play with dolls, she was too broken to care and sometimes to even feel…The house was destroyed and empty even from memories. They even stole her memories…
Mom, you said it will not be for long! But it feels eternity to me…It was long enough to forget who I was, who I am and how to even feel.
H.A – January 2019