Molly the dolly

Once upon a time, not so long ago, Ting and Molly were best friends. They were inseparable. You would always find them sitting side by side, at the dining table, on the floor mat or in the car. Every night, Ting would hug Molly to sleep. Only Molly could understand her tears and fears.

One day, Ting left Molly behind at our house and come bedtime, she simply couldn't sleep alone. Her daddy drove all the way here in the middle of the night to bring Molly home. That reminds me, when her daddy was a little boy, he used to lug his tiny blanket everywhere. He refused to give it up even when it became old and tattered. One day, my uncle tossed the blanket up the tree and it stayed there forever.

That's why today, I call my brother Linus. I named him after the blanket-carrying-character from Peanuts.

Today, I found a littlest tee shirt in the corner. Not far away, Rusty was biting and tossing a little rag doll. Oh dear, that looks like Molly, the little dolly that Ting loved so much. Apparently she no longer needs Molly. She has real friends now. Poor Molly.