A Personal Post by Gina Holmes and a Giveway.

A Funeral For My Doll Head
by Gina Holmes

When I was a child, I was so tenderhearted that I couldn’t bear to see anything suffer. Not even inanimate objects. My big sister, Chrissy, and I would fight like there was no tomorrow. Hey, I was a softy but I was no pushover. During one of our knockdown
drag-outs, she broke my doll. Tore it’s head right off and smashed its body.

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Gina as a child

Try as I might to repair little Sally, she was unfixable. And so, I carried that doll head around, loving her even more than I did before. I took her head with me wherever I went.

My mother and sister said nothing for a while, thinking I was just either being morbid or trying to make my sister feel bad for what she’d done. After months of this my mom finally asked me to please throw the broken toy away.

I was horrified., “I have to love her. No one else will.”

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