• Walking through the rainy night a doll maker came across a broken doll laying in the gutter, rain sweeping at her tattered dress. He tipped his top hat to her. “Good evening beautiful.” The doll raised her head exposing cracks in what was once a delicate porcelain face. “Beautiful? You're delusional doll maker. There is no beauty here.” The doll maker knelt in front of the doll. “Why aren't you beautiful little one?” The doll stood and shouted, “Nobody wants a broken doll! The rain is pulling the curls from my hair! My dress is dirty and torn! My body is cracked! They call me ugly! Nobody will ever love an ugly broken doll! Humans can't be trusted!” He held out a hand. “Will you trust me little one?” She turned her back to the doll maker's hand and folded her arms across her chest. “Please trust me. Come home with me and I'll show you a better life.” Still she refused, kicking at the ground. The doll maker spoke in a soft tone, “I will help you with your curls. I will make you a new dress. I may not be able to repair your skin but you are still beautiful to me. Come home with me little one. Give me the chance to prove that I am not like the others.” The doll turned to the doll maker. She placed her tiny hands in his large palm and looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Please don't break me anymore than what they already have.”
    That night the doll went home with the doll maker to see if he would keep his word and love her like he spoke of....