This porcelain doll belongs to a little girl by the name of Lucy. Lucy’s mother had died from

This porcelain doll belongs to a little girl by the name of Lucy. Lucy’s mother had died from a grave illness and yet Lucy stayed her happy adventurous self.Her father on the other hand, had a lot of trouble dealing with grief. Lucy was able to keep him happy in the darkest of times. One day, she took her doll to her favorite tree. Lucy climbed as high as she could, holding her best friend, the doll, as close and secure as she could. After an unfortunate misstep, she fell all the way down the tree to her death. She managed to save the doll, who survived with only a crack on her cheek. By some miracle, Lucy’s soul had transferred into the doll. The doll had come to life and Lucy’s father, overcome with grief, easily accepted the fact the doll was alive since it meant having his daughter back. He kept the doll safe and confined in his antique shop and vowed to never let her out of his sight. The doll laughed and played like the girl but she was not her. One night, the doll heard a familiar whisper coming out of the crack in her face. “Outside…the tree” the voice whispered. The doll knew that the voice could only belong to Lucy. She quietly made her way outside. Mesmerized by the moonlit fields of trees, the doll couldn’t help but run and frolic through the fields. As she was running to the tree, she tripped and hit her face on the ground. The crack on her cheek had turned to a hole. She heard the cries of Lucy. “I’m not happy here! I need to be free!” Lucy cried through the hole in the dolls face. The only thing the doll had ever wanted was to make Lucy happy. If the doll herself was keeping Lucy from being happy, then she had no other choice then to free her. She climbed and struggled up the tree as high as she could. Without a second thought, she jumped off and shattered. Lucy was finally free. Lucy’s father later discovered the doll fragments after frantically looking for the doll. He rushed to his shop to repair her for another chance to bring his baby back. His fingers trembling he dropped the face piece. It cracked and a whispy aura emerged. He heard Lucy’s faint whisper in his ear, “I love you, Papa. Good-bye.” That was all he needed to hear.(This year I’ll be following a 2019 prompt by madie_arts on instagram and include short stories along with the drawings) -- source link
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