Friday, March 18, 2011

The China Doll

The next day, I was wandering up and down the streets looking for food, only to come up empty handed. I stopped in  front of a house to look at a broken china doll.Then, I heard crying coming from inside the house. I picked up the china doll and walked inside, to  find a little girl with her thumb in her  mouth, and her dead mother lying on the bed beside the broken hearted girl. I offered her the china doll, and  she said, "Broken.". Then, I asked about her mother, and she said, "Shes Broken, too."
                    Sincerely,
                             Mattie Cook

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