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A white blanket of snow
settles upon her shoulders.
Her bones creak when you
step on them a certain way.
She was generations old
and had witnessed almost
every birthday that had
occurred within the family.
In fact, she was family.
The children dressed her
with toys and dolls, while
the adults planted trees
on her skirt and painted
her clothes. Her wig was
replaced every other decade.
When the children played ball,
sometimes they would knock
a tooth or two straight out
of her mouth! Father or "Daddy"
as the children liked to call him
would give her new ones the following day.
Storms came and showered upon her,
soaking right through her wig.
They would set out bowls to catch
the excess water and the children
sang for the rain to go away.
Eventually, there came a time
to move on. The family packed their bags,
leaving her to endure the heavy storms alone,
leaving behind every last memory.
A feeling of abandonment washed over her.
Days turned into months;
months turned into years...
until a new family came to
take their place and turn a page in the story.
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