The Porcelain Doll

Sitting in a corner of a old beat up shop, sits a beautiful porcelain doll willing to risk a drop. To be loved and taken off her self, never to be bought new and pure, and returned used. This porcelain doll with a face so white and hair so fine, is a doll with a heart more than gold, waiting for the one to share it with. With a heart that sings as you turn and twist a little knob to her music box, she will sing like an angel. This porcelain doll is afraid to break, but is willing to risk a crack that runs across her beautiful face. As the store lights turn off, its chilly as she sits alone in her corner of the shop. Never to hear the porcelain doll cry, cry because she's alone. All of the other dolls talk about whose next of the self. Porcelain doll, so silent, one who keeps to her self, thinks of the day when she can risk her drop. Weeks turn into months, months into years, the doll now covered in dust and cobb webs is left with very little hope. The shop lights turn on, brighter than never before, the children so loud, they rush on in, the mothers try to hush. The porcelain doll now looks down with a deep painted on frown, a tear drops from her face as a handsome young lad passed by. That single tear, he caught from the corner of his eye. As he brushed off the dust and webs from this doll that seemed so ugly, he discoverd a small crack on her cheek, made by the other dolls. But he saw beauty beyond that, he saw what was inside. Porcelain doll's eyes grow wide, her heart beats fast, she is afraid of what happend to her in the past. The young lad now has her, walking up to the owner. The doll's mind is racing, racing with thoughts ever so evil, evil of the man, who had her before. The lad speaks to the owner, he askes "what is the price I must pay for this doll?", the owner laughs and responed back, "You see this doll has a crack, and many imperfections, you silly young lad, this thing you call a doll is worth not even a penny." So the lad took her home, because she was beautiful in his eyes, perfect to him and priceless. Now the Porcelain doll who once sat alone in a dark, cold corner, has risked her fall, into the arms of love and not the floor.