A doll
A doll
I really remember those days when I use to play with Suzan
my owner a cute little girl. Those were my golden days. Now I am at a corner of
a shelf. I always think that when I will come out from here and I will be
playing with Suzan. Beside me there is an old broken toy duck. I talk with him sometimes
but I still feel very lonely. Years before when I was all new I was very neat
and tidy sitting at the shelf of a shop. I was just waiting that when a girl
would buy me and I would play with her. I didn’t have to wait for a long time.
Soon a little girl came and took me she showed to her mother and her mother was
ready to pay for the doll. So they bought me and took me home. That time I was
the happiest doll of the world. I was eager to play with that little girl. Soon
I came to know that her name is Suzan. She played with me each and every day. I
often sat with Suzan for tea. She served me and I smiled. I also made many
friends like with jumbo the elephant and with the yellow teddy bear with red
polka dots. They all loved me and I also loved them.
But slowly I was getting dirty my stiches were getting
loosed and my brown hair was turning so dirty that they were as black as ebony.
And one day suddenly I saw that Suzan had bought one more doll she was prettier
than me and I was so jealous. But I didn’t loosed hope I thought that Suzan
still love me a lot more than that another doll. But that wasn’t the truth she
played with her more. She gave more time to her. And dressed her up, made her
plates and kept her neat and clean. And I was there alone sitting at the
corner. Undressed with uncombed hair and I started to be very dirty. And like
this, many years went by and I was left alone there. Lost and lonely.
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