i looked up to her with teary eyes, but why, why would she want me to keep my most beloved doll. i could not understand her. but i had no say. dragging my doll down the hall way thinking about the times we had together, tears slowly flow down my cheeks.opening the basement door i saw that chest i had once open to found joy. slowly walking towards that chest, i felt regret. i was unwilling to let him go but i had to. it wont do both of us good. slowly i unstrung him with more regret with every pull. slowly pulling it apart, placing part by part in to the chest. as the last piece entered the chest , a river of tears flowed.