Hello. My name is Lily. Dolls were created to bring happiness to the little girls who own them, we all know that. I lived happily and very safely with my owner Isabel. I gave that little girl several years of companionship. She never let go of me; she ate with me, slept with me, and always played with me.
When an inanimate object like a toy arrives at a child's home, there is a spirit of longing from that child that brings us back to life. Their love and passion for that object makes us visible to others, and we become an indispensable element that will help the child develop. They will learn to give love, care, and value someone they believe will belong to them forever.
There comes a time when you're worn out from so much use, so much beautiful use that child gave you, and time works against you when new, more sophisticated toys arrive. They brought Isabel a new doll that talks and sings, and since I didn't know how to do anything, she stopped playing with me. That made me very sad, but I watched as she passed by me and caressed me, and my chest filled with joy because I knew Isabel remembered all the good times we had together.
One day they were cleaning out their closet, and Mom suggested they put me in the donation bag. I was still in good enough condition to bring joy to another girl, she thought. Isabel didn't want me to be taken away from her house or out of her room. But Mom convinced her that she was doing a good deed for poor children and that December someone would be very happy and take care of me as well as Isabel had.
When the time came, they put me in the bag and took me to another place. We traveled by car for about an hour until we reached a very large place where there were toys of all kinds. They were preparing to have a party so that when the children arrived they would be able to see us. I was sad, but it turns out that when Camila arrived, her eyes lit up so much when she saw me, and she was so happy that my sadness dissipated. She immediately began to play with me and called me Tata. Now I filled Camila's heart, and Tata revived when she thought her spirit was fading. And Camila and Tata lived happily ever after.
This is my entry for the @silverbloggers community contest in the chronicles, prompt #10. I decided to keep it with the same name you guys gave it because I thought it was so fitting and cute: "The Secret Life of an Object," and toys have many secret lives to tell. Thanks for this week's theme, it's spectacular.
All photos are my property, my niece Maria's Monster High doll collection.
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