The doll Namerushka by Ann Wood
I present to you my obedience - NamerushkaShe's a gift from Mom, and her story is very moving.
Do you want me to tell you this?
Okay ...
In the past January, just on the eve of my birthday, Hans went to throw the garbage, opened the lid of the container and what to see? - a super miniature doll from the inside, naked, dirty, with a greasy hair, but with so bright eyes that prompted him to get her out of the miserable pile where God knows how much the sausage stood.
He took her home and showed it to Mom. She immediately took her bath and shrugged. It was not very easy, but after the second bath, the tan on the stork's face was clear, and her blue eyes lit the dark winter night.
Then my mom made her a new haircut, wrapped her clothes and a hat and both Hans and her decided to call her Cinderella
As is always the case in our lives, every thing appears for a certain purpose. And because Namerushka appeared on the eve of my birthday, they decided it was no coincidence, and they gave it to me.
I enjoyed my gift endlessly, even touched tears. Mostly because I saw it as a good sign of fate - it was at this very moment that I was expecting my dream to come true and soon to become my mom.
Well, it did not come true. At least not this time. But I got left over. And with her - the hope that dreams come true, but perhaps just when we least expect them.
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-03-20 at 17:10
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