You were nothing more than a Toy Maker. You were always in your little shop downtown at the corner.

You’ve made your whole life there, Making Toys for Kids, not only to see smiles on their faces, or for their looks of curiosity and amazement. It also brought you joy. The craft you do always brought you at peace

One day, you were heading home when you come across an old box sticking out of a dumpster. Curious, you pull is out. You open the box and inside is an old broken, ruined Doll.

Feeling you couldn’t bare to see such a Doll broken, you take it back to your store to repair it

You spend hours repairing it. Replacing the doll’s limbs, repainting, fixing and stitching its clothes, and painting it. Once you were finished, it was beautiful.

You admired your work, feeling good when it started to seem the Doll was now…. Smiling at you?

Realizing how late it was, you head to the extra bed in the back of the Store to go to bed, but you begin to get a feeling… as if something, or someone is here with you

The Next morning, you wake up and the Doll you fixed up is not only in a chair at the end of your bed, but it seems she’s happy? Happier than you painted her face to be