My porcelain doll is sweet and pretty with a perfectly painted face sure she is not smiling, but she seems to be happy. My Nana made her dress her crystal blue eyes staring at me. I love my porcelain doll. I love her. I love her. She’s so very sweet. We play all day and in the night, my porcelain doll watches over me, even though it gives me, a fright when I look up into her eyes as she’s standing above me, I lay on my soft pillow, her blue eyes staring back at me. Oh, I love my porcelain doll, even though she wants my heart.
