QueenofHearts1216

I am one of those dolls that little girls get for their birthdays. They love this doll.  It's their favourite.  They take it everywhere, sleep with it at night.  Then, they get a new doll, and they put the old one on a shelf, and they forget about it.  Every once in a while, they'll want something else that they've put on the same shelf, and they'll happen to take me down for a few minutes, or maybe a few days.  I'll hear them say that they've missed me; after all, I used to be their favourite. But then they'll put me back on the shelf from which I will watch them play with their new toys, silently, because I can't talk.  Because I'm a doll