Entry Fifteen: The Porcelain Doll

Delicate. Beautiful. Unique.
Her porcelain skin as fragile as an emotion, Her painted on mouth was pulled to a smile. Her eyes wide open, were painted to. She sat among the shelf with the other toys and dolls and every other lost memory and hope. She couldn't cry. She had to smile. Smiling made people less worried. And worrying is not what she wanted others to do. So she rested atop that shelf, smiling all the while. Waiting. Just waiting.