Gift

It's Five Minute Friday again!!
Yes... I realize it is Sunday..

Moving on..

Gift:
When I was little, I didn't get many gifts. Sometimes I would get a doll or tea set and not know that it was a gift for Christmas or my birthday.. That's just the way it was. I cherished my dolls. I cherished them until my mother would use them as leverage. She had a mean way about her. I was helpless and sad and oh so scared. I never talked or looked at anyone. I knew I'd just get a beating for something so I just hid. Me and my dolls. When I thought I was alone, my dolls and I had the best time with these wild eloborate lives and stories. Sometimes I would mimic my mother and berate my dolls just like she did with me. One day she caught me. She was so mad. And then there were no more dolls. I learned to never attach to anything that day. I learned how to hide. I learned that love is a weapon.