U n ray of light in through the large window. Did everything its slow journey, and detailed as this in all the sunny days, gets to light her little face. She was standing there on that shelf, now who knows how long. I remember very well the first day when, along with many others, had been exposed: the euphoria just outside the box dark and claustrophobic, lights, sounds, fun ... were all ready to be selected and brought in thousands of new adventures to enjoy a fantastic experience, not to find ever more secure in the dark.
Every day she was standing there, alone, looking down, with her smile now obscured by dust, but always with the same joy and the same waiting for the first month. It was the sight of people passing by, boys and girls who watched the huge shelf of toys with their mouths open and their dreamy eyes wide open. Every now and thought that nobody would ever have more choice in the myriad of colorful boxes and shiny that attracted the attention of the brats in search of happiness. He thought that, sooner or later, one of the clerks would be tired of seeing her up there and would have removed the last remaining satisfaction: see all the babies who passed in front of that huge shelf and lit up with joy, no longer any grudge , surrounded by the aura of happiness and celebration that hovered around there.
One day at a time when not paying attention to people passing by, a little more disappointed than usual for the time spent relentless, he felt the box move. He thought it was really over, that you were tired and were about to slam into a dark warehouse. Moments of terror, anxiety, panic and fear would have removed the last remaining little joy. They were only moments, because all of a sudden, when the hand that was carrying shifted, there appeared a sweet little face of a little girl. Two great blue eyes like the sea, the sea that had always seen in advertisements of the shelf in front of her, long golden curls that looked like so much hair the most popular doll of the shelf. Do not believe it! Someone had chosen from all those toys to fashion! Someone had picked her, the last remaining pieces of doll.
was the happiest, because out of the box of nylon had found a new shine on the little girl I always carry it with them, made them see new worlds and new people. Without his doll did not go nowhere and did nothing. By the evening she fell asleep and woke in the morning, played and dined. They were just inseparable.
The doll was slowly forgetting all the years spent waiting on the shelf and was no longer in patches of happiness, the only thing missing was the word to say to his mistress about how this made her happy, because he hoped that this time would last forever and how much he wanted to thank you for having so many games to choose from that shelf.
Time passed quickly and everything seemed like the first day, something new, a joy to read. It seemed impossible that they could be sad and lonely days like the past ones on the shelf. The child and her doll were inseparable, as if they were linked by an invisible thread that accompanied them in their daily adventures.
All, however, took a strange turn at the birthday girl. The rag doll he already knew what was going on that day, I had already spent one free, he rejoiced and enjoyed the happiness of the girl who showed her the gifts received. This time, however, among the gifts was a new surprise, and as if by magic began, the happiness of the rag doll ended ... the child by blue eyes and golden curls was spellbound the new and more modern doll. It was not dirty like the rag doll that with the passage of time had picked up something every place where the girl was impressed and took him to remember the folds of her wrinkled pieces. The new doll, with her rosy cheeks of that material so cold that did not broadcast anything, with those fashionable clothes that filled at least a couple more packs, took the place of rag doll, which sadly is on the bottom of a box to see a glimmer of light, hoping not to be discarded as garbage and think about the time spent with the child the golden curls could not forget ...
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