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Dream, dream, dream, dream~
How our song goes, my dear Zozo, it's been so long since we've seen one another. How I miss you so. Powerless we are to reach for one another. That night I recall so fondly now, how dashing you looked across my way, watching as I danced for your eyes, no longer so for the amusement of others. How I'd hoped we could continue that dance for all time.
But time is fickle to us, a twirl and a swing, and the world has changed. Sometimes for the better, but sometimes for the worst. That day I cannot forget, no matter how much time ticks, I was sold, I watched as you tried in vain to reach me, the sorrow in your eyes as I was driven away.
Our beautiful life together is over, my dear Zozo. And yet, I wonder every night as I lay here with my child, 'Do you remember me? Have you moved on and found new happiness? Could it be that you're searching for me?' I never found the answer to those questions, nor did I seek them.
Fragile I was, only meant for a dance on stage, and a stage my beloved child built for me. So silly in nature, so kind and caring, her touch light, so careful she was with me, her love boundless, she has those same bright eyes that remind me of you. Every dance I did, I did with love and with you in mind.
Although, fondly, we played many games together, my child was so imaginative, how proud I felt to be hers. How much every day, I miss you. Sometimes on those days where we would travel, I had hoped to see you, my eyes trailed on those roads, every slight bit of orange or blue and my heart would flutter, only for it to be dashed with bitter disappointment.
My child grew over time, but I do not, rather, my wooden body starts to creak and crack. My painted face not as elegant and young as you'd remember Zozo, would you still look at me so fondly now? No longer do I play, rather I find myself resting on a shelf watching as my child grows my child to young women, courting a partner herself. Not my place to do so, but I couldn't help be protective over her, some partners she brought home... well they were no Zozo, so they had to go. A little stare and they'd soon run.
It took a few heartbreaks of her own to finally find the one. He seemed so sweet and charming, he'd sway with his guitar, a little wink, a tip of the hat and my girl was in love. Toys were being packed up one day and I feared that I would not survive much longer, I could hardly lift my arms on my own now. Years of use and play had worn down my wooden limbs.
I closed my eyes and remembered our song, not once had I spoken since I'd left your side, my beloved child so smart and observant, she knew what I wanted to say. Our song Zozo, I pass it onto her, in the slim hope that maybe it'd find you again someday.
On the day that she moved to her new home, ready for the new adventure in her life, a loving partner and the new baby on the way. She tried in vain to keep me going, I could see it in her eyes, so bright and beautiful, but my time is over and ready I am to rest. She raised me up with my fragile strings with such fondness, she held me close to her heart, 'Dream, dream, dream, dream~'
Zozo, my love, I hope you found happiness, as I have found mine. I've never forgotten you, nor did I give up hope to see you again. Even if my eyes never see you again, my heart surely will. My final wish is for you to hear my bell and remember our time together. Recall it with love. For my love for you has never been forgotten.
"She fell apart?"
"Yeah, but I won't let her go yet." Momma, pulled her doll back, keeping her parts together so to not loose any pieces, wrapped up in a blanket and into a box, she put her. But upon pulling her hand away, she felt a little bell get caught in her fingers.
An idea sprung into her mind.
"Maybe I can use this in Ollie?" Momma thought. Her doll nearly complete for her baby boy.