Abused Love

The Doll

   She looked at the doll and immediately named her Cynthia. She would come up to have brought that doll any and everywhere. At the age of 4 years old, she copied her mother's constant routine of changing a baby. Her baby brother, known as Michael, who she cared for as if her own. However, now she had her own baby to care for.
    Going outside in her hot pink Barbie jeep, she'd put Cynthia in the front seat with her, and go for a cruise. She was too young to go far, but down the street she went. She'd play for hours as the sun was high in the sky (until her battery died in the jeep) and run until the sun went low. Carrying Cynthia with her as her little legs carried her up the two giant stairs leading into the house. She always knew how to get back home, recognizing the pale green exterior and the tall hills of dark green all around. This was home.
    As she grew older Cynthia became just another toy added to her collection. She'd still take her on cruises down the block, but this time, Cynthia would be thrown in the back to make room for her friend Brittany. A friend who lived down two blocks. The trips got longer, and soon Cynthia began falling out of the jeep more and more. Pretty soon, Cynthia stopped coming with altogether, as she would get run over falling through the small space that became her chair. The girls mom would be put onto "Grandma Duty" which required constant babysitting when the jeep was out.