“A look and a soft hug. I press the doll to my breast and smile, trying to recapture those moments.
Then my Aunt says, ‘Don’t you remember playing with her? I found her in my attic and thought you might get a kick out of seeing her again.’
It is shocking to see something you played with at an early age. A toy you had so loved but long forgotten. An abandoned love. I try to grasp her memory. I hold her like a baby and wonder if hope and spirit might rise again within me so I might own that moment held long ago. But that five year old girl gone. Abandoned. Her giggles and kisses blurred, buried and put away in the attic years ago.”