Is it Just a Coincidence
She was still in a daze two months after her sister was tragically killed in a car accident. Her mind simply would not accept the fact that she was gone. We were super close and without her, I was a mess.
I gathered up the strength to finally leave the house. I decided it would be best to lose myself in the sea of people in the local mall.
I couldn’t go anywhere without memories of my sister, but at least at the mall I could people watch in the food court.
I desperately needed a distraction and sitting alone at home with my grief wasn’t doing it.
My steps were slow, but at least I was moving. I got a snack at the food court, but I was distracted by all the people walking by with these beautiful, handmade dolls.
I wasn’t really conscious of most of it, but I got up, and walked through the mall until I found a shop with those dolls in the window.
In the back corner of the shop, my eyes fell on a doll with piercing blue eyes and a beautiful, flowing white dress.
I dropped to my knees and wiped the tears from my eyes. The doll looked just like my sister. I scooped her up and took her home with me.
When I came home, I placed her on a shelf in my room and lay down on my bed. The exhaustion of the day and my fragile mental state drained me.
I drifted off to sleep without trying for the first time in weeks.
As I slept, I dreamed of my sister. Not nightmares, as you might expect. They were happy dreams, peaceful dreams, healing dreams.
My sister was gone, but she wouldn’t be forgotten.
And it was all thanks to a small doll that happened to look just like my sister.
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