|Delores at 'myfeatherednest'|
The pram held the dollies and memories of play-times long ago. Set among the other auction items, it was out of place and from another era.
I didn’t think I would find my final days here, on the grass surrounded by these people! Don’t they know how to dress? How to conduct themselves?
Hours went by and the auctioneer called out the bids until only a few things remained, including the pram and her precious dollies. Finally it was lifted and placed on the stage.
What is he saying…I don’t understand him at all. No manners whatsoever! What did he just say? SOLD! I have been SOLD? Oh, the indignity!
It was lifted down and a young girl grasped the handles. “Oh, Mommy! It’s perfect! I shall call the dollies ‘Matilda’ and ‘Gracie’!”
Oh! I have a new little lady, a new home! Come, dollies, we have a little girl to love at last!