She held the thin doll in her hands
again and saw how plain it had become through her eyes. Once, long ago now, she
had wanted so desperately to become that toy.
It had embodied beauty and grace to
her before she knew what those were, and she idolized it by craving its
accoutrements; the sparkling car, the elaborate house, the many varying outfits
for its many imagined occasions.
It had been the only friend to her
before she understood what friendship was and how fragile it could be.
