“I lost the voodee doll Nana gave me…again.“
She’s not about to cry. You’re about to cry. …Shut up, she’s like five.
( sissy; )
“I remember it,” Hazel reassured her. It was hard for her to forget the doll that had actually looked like her dad. It was cool but then kind of weird too to see a doll that actually looked just like her dad. She wondered how their Nana had made it so realistic. “I don’t think he’s in my room but let’s take a look. If not we’ll go through your room and even check mom and dad’s rooms. Maybe it even got brought into the basement. But don’t worry. I’m sure your doll is here! It’s got to be.” She didn’t want her little sister to worry about anything. They’d find the doll - she’d make sure they did!
“Nana’s gonna be really mad.“ She hated losing the dollies. They were so much fun to play with, but they never lasted long. Mommy would help her look for them, too, but they would never be found. Sometimes Nana would ask what happened to the dolls, and Lottie had to tell her it was gone – Nana never looked angry, but…she still felt really bad. “She calls them voodie dolls and says they take a lot to make.”
(Source: sassyxlette)
“Hazel, have you seen my doll?“