Your year was going horribly, your boyfriend broke up with you, you were denied that big promotion at work, and you were spending your birthday alone - or so you thought.

You stepped into your apartment and was met with a large gift box, six feet at least with a small note.

'Happy birthday, my child, from Dad xx' it read.

You ripped open the pretty paper and opened the box, revealing a man. Crafted from porcelain and packaged with sets of hand sewn clothes.

Suddenly, his glassy eyes opened.