We never built our Dollhouse to fill with lots of "Kristy" things. Like Carousel Horses, Ballerina Slippers, Teddy Bears and Musical Boxes that sing.
We never built our Dollhouse to furnish and decorate in "Kristy" style. With Paladian Windows, Wallpaper Borders, Crown Molding and a fluffy Window Seat. All wrapped up in the sweet smell of Potpourri and her favorite color, pink.
As the years swept by us we never took the time to build and fill that Dollhouse with a Queen Anne Desk, that Canopy Bed, Lace Curtains, and a Monet Print. From Five to Fifteen we dreamed and schemed and planned and window-shopped; always certain that just as spring comes every year, so would the promise of Kristy's Smile.
And then one warm spring day in May that Sweet Smile softly slipped away. Gone from us were those Beautiful Eyes, that Infectious Laugh, that Inquisitive Mind. Did the sun stop shining? Did time stand still? The world now seemed so cold, so empty, so painful, and so grim.
So now my days are spent in a Soft, Pink and Gentle room. A room filled with many Angels made lovingly with Needle and Brush. A room filled with Lace, with Love, with Antique boxes, and with the sweet scent of Kristy's Perfume. My Dollhouse now is a room that holds Precious Memories, a room that gives Comfort, a room that gives Peace. But a room that is empty of the promise of tomorrow; of what could have and what should have been.
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