My daughter left her doll for me after her marriage. Now she is like a grand-daughter to me. I’m very possessive about her. She is with me for more than 30 years. I can’t imagine life without her, I’m so attached to her. She is like a part of me.
My daughter left her doll for me after her marriage. Now she is like a grand-daughter to me. I’m very possessive about her. She is with me for more than 30 years. I can’t imagine life without her, I’m so attached to her. She is like a part of me.
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Exploring my world with pictures and words.
Live life in a livable environment.
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A woman writer's blog with invitations to other writers
Inspiration Takeaway | Susan L Hart
Post, news, diary... All the world around me, ALL THE WORDS AROUND YOU
NEUTRALIZE THE FREE RADICALS
We're all on a road to somewhere.
About Politics, Religion, Culture, Society, Joy, Thank, Praise, Faith, Hope, Love, Community, Freedom, Peace, Islam, Justice, Truth, Patience and much more.
Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
Poetry From the Heart!
Poetry, Positivity, and Connecting!
sharing the stories of interconnection
A place for boosting up your mind by feeding motivational thoughts and enriching yourself with education.
The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!
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I like your entry!
I bet it’s your best friend too 🙂
The way you took yout picture makes it timeless… Like it’s yours forever!
Well done!
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Thanks, she is my best friend indeed. thanks for your lovely comment.
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Isn’t it so much fun to have parts of others’ lives for so long a time?
I live in my late grandmother’s home and a lot of her things are still here.
I am told I should get rid of it and de-mess the place, but I like having it around.
I will do it a little at a time, but I am never getting rid of all of it.
It feels too much like home this way.
Scott
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What a nice way to put your thoughts, thanks, yes these old things make your home alive as every thing has a story attached to it.
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Oh Indira, that is so sweet. I have a little stuffed toy horse from my daughter’s childhood.
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Hi Veronica its so nice to have these things around you, they bring back so many memories. Thanks.
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It’s been so nice to look through your blog. And it’s been to nice to meet you here.
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Thanks dear.
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Just adorable. Your posts are filled with lots of heart-felt words.
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Nice story but there’s no photo 😦
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There is a photo of a doll my daughter left with me, I don’t know why you could not it see dear.
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Well that’s weird 😦
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