Hello. My name is Lily. Dolls were created to bring happiness to the little girls who own them, we all know that. I lived happily and very safely with my owner Isabel. I gave that little girl several years of companionship. She never let go of me; she ate with me, slept with me, and always played with me.
When an inanimate object like a toy arrives at a child's home, there is a spirit of longing from that child that brings us back to life. Their love and passion for that object makes us visible to others, and we become an indispensable element that will help the child develop. They will learn to give love, care, and value someone they believe will belong to them forever.
There comes a time when you're worn out from so much use, so much beautiful use that child gave you, and time works against you when new, more sophisticated toys arrive. They brought Isabel a new doll that talks and sings, and since I didn't know how to do anything, she stopped playing with me. That made me very sad, but I watched as she passed by me and caressed me, and my chest filled with joy because I knew Isabel remembered all the good times we had together.
One day they were cleaning out their closet, and Mom suggested they put me in the donation bag. I was still in good enough condition to bring joy to another girl, she thought. Isabel didn't want me to be taken away from her house or out of her room. But Mom convinced her that she was doing a good deed for poor children and that December someone would be very happy and take care of me as well as Isabel had.
When the time came, they put me in the bag and took me to another place. We traveled by car for about an hour until we reached a very large place where there were toys of all kinds. They were preparing to have a party so that when the children arrived they would be able to see us. I was sad, but it turns out that when Camila arrived, her eyes lit up so much when she saw me, and she was so happy that my sadness dissipated. She immediately began to play with me and called me Tata. Now I filled Camila's heart, and Tata revived when she thought her spirit was fading. And Camila and Tata lived happily ever after.
This is my entry for the @silverbloggers community contest in the chronicles, prompt #10. I decided to keep it with the same name you guys gave it because I thought it was so fitting and cute: "The Secret Life of an Object," and toys have many secret lives to tell. Thanks for this week's theme, it's spectacular.
All photos are my property, my niece Maria's Monster High doll collection.
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Hehe it is great that some toys can bring joy to so many people! hehe I am so happy that Tata has a new home and is looked after now 😎
That's right, my friend @tengolotodo, we always refuse to donate our toys, but we don't think about the many children who don't receive a single gift on the most beautiful dates where love should prevail.
You are correct, I remember in Spain, the local motorbike gang who would every Christmas collect donated toys and give them to children who had no toys.
Passing toys along was something we did from young, orphanages still to this day gratefully received used or new toys. Finding pleasure in passing along to the next child to enjoy.
That's a very noble endeavor, as there are many toys that can be donated and make another child happy. Thanks for stopping by my blog, my friend @joanstewart
When young the old age homes would take the toys in, clean them up, make new clothing for the dolls. Then up to church groups teenagers to visit orphan homes to distribute. Now we have motor cycle groups who do collection and go on Sunday runs to distribute to the less fortunate.
Your post is beautiful, dolls will always be a beautiful memory for the little girl inside us.
That's right, I really love Barbies. I remember never being able to have one, and my cousins had several. I was amazed when I saw them bend their knees; no other doll could do that.
Así es, me encantan mucho las Barbie. Recuerdo que no pude tener una y mis primas tenían varias. Grande fue mi asombro cuando las vi doblar sus rodillas, ninguna otra muñeca hacía eso.