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The doll collector

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I said that I don't want to outgrow toys, and my mother said that I won't have to.  Grownups can play too.  Lots of grownups collect dolls.

I've seen her, the doll collector.  She has shelves and shelves of little porcelain ladies with curly locks.  There are dolls in every room of her house.  She says that she never grew up.  She will always be a little girl.

I look at her dolls and wonder for how long they had been gathering dust there.  The smiling ladies sitting at a table set with teacups no bigger than a fingernail.  The little girls in pink lacy dresses, playing with kittens or holding bowls full of cherries.  The fairytale princesses, waiting for their princes in miniature ancient towers.  They are not like my dolls: they are frozen behind glass, pretty to look at but not really alive.  I wonder if they are lonely.  I wonder how long it has been since anyone played with them.

She never wanted to outgrow her childhood, but she did.  Neither a child nor an adult, she puts dolls in every room of her house and smiles to herself.  For her, dolls replace people.  She doesn't love anyone but them.  But she can only put them behind glass and make pretty clothes for them.  She is too old to remember the magic that brings dolls to life.
I think it's really me who is the doll collector. I don't actually collect dolls, but you know.
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