Dolls have thoughts too....

Sure,she liked her booze but it never got in the way of her work. The kids are scared of her because she was a clown. She drank to keep from seeing the fear in their eyes... It helped to soften the sting of their unbridled terror

I'm not beautiful by any means, but that doesn't mean that I haven't been loved. Every child who has owned me knows that I will never judge them. I help them feel better about themselves. They want to protect me. They see that beauty comes in many forms.

They longed for a better life. Yes, they were sisters, but they were more than that...they were the last of their family. All the stories, passed from generation to generation, were in their care. There were no journals or photographs,  the entire family history was held in their collective memories. Between them nothing would ever be forgotten.