This photo was taken in Venice, while the rain just stopped, all the shop almost started to shut down, then I passed by the shop, I saw these three little dolls, actually there were a lot of similar dolls in Venice, the witches, the elves ... but... I didn't know why, these three twins made me stopped my steps and stood outside the windows just for having a little more glimpse. These three dolls reminded me the one which father bought me.
When I was young, my father was a tour guide, he led people to abroad, and one day he brought me back a doll, a typical one we called " western doll", a little girl with blue sparking eyes, which can wink, golden long hair with refined, exquisite beautiful dress. I am an allergic child, in my home I couldn't play with furred or stuffed dolls, cause I am allergic. In other words, a doll appears in my home and as a gift was very special and rare. However, at that time, don't know why maybe it's because I was too young, I didn't know how to treat a doll well, I was really violent to the doll. In the end the doll's hair and the head were separated, I even asked my mom to help me with the super glue to stick it back, well the result was not that good...
Now, I do really feel sorry that I didn't treasure that doll well, I disappointed the craftsman's skill... through these three little dolls, I saw myself with my beautiful doll, thanks to my father let me used to own it -a girl's dream doll. If next time I got a new doll, I promise I will treat it well. But to be honest, as an allergic person I was born without the skill of getting along well with dolls I guess. :P
