Doll-Like

Part 1

Lyonette.

That's what they used to call me.

Considering them who named me, made me even more disgusted.

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I was not always this bitter. Formerly, The sitting me would look up on the starry-skies, making wishes upon the shooting stars, for us, to become a happy-family.

They do,....

They were—, seemed lovely, caring and worth the hope I rested upon.

Until, I saw such a bestial.

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Corona Family enthroned me, in that chair, together with their daughter, Rynna in her 9th Birthday.

I was very happy, they accepted me, letting me be, side by side with their endeared daughter, graced with amethysts-encrusted crown and glittery pink tutu dress.

Introducing herself, she told me to call her Ryn. Asserting her friendship with me, yet so tender she did.

As she shook my hands, I giggled, and smiled, saying 'is it okay for you to be my friend?'. But, she only stared at me as if she was lovestruck with the poorly clothed me.

Weeks, have I stayed here,

They gave me warmth, knowledge, and all the things I've deemed as unknown before.

'The shoddy unbefitting of such a refined family', I thought, plunged me down to my sorrow.

Just as I was about to weep, Ryn barged, with complete sets of 'beauty-touches', or so she declared from behind that enchanting door, engraved with pink carnations cornered on the left.

As she came, sit she afore me who lied on the bed, with her magical-kit placed next to her elegantly bended knees.

Grabbing a soft-cotton towel, she cleansed my face gently. I peeked when she did, I can see her frowns, did she perhaps, got mad ?

But then, grinned she so widely, meeting my eyes. I knew it, she wasn't, She was still the sweet and caring Ryn I had been friends with.

Then, she drew her brushes, mixture of pastel colours on the tips of her brushes imbued me with delicacy, revealing my magenta iris, deep rosy-blush cheeks, tiny nose, and my heart-shaped face embellishing my pale complexion.

Smiling upon my transformation, she commended how I was actually truly gorgeous, angelic indeed she claimed. Satisfied, she took the clothing she hanged on the door' knob, a cherry-blossom coloured dress. The frills were very fine, as she told me it was tailored from the purest satins she had requested.

Favouring her favourite colour I got my hair dyed, Rosy Pink, which colours blend amaze her so well to drop her jaws open.

I watched myself in the mirror she put afore me, as I think, 'holy, what a beauty'. But then uttered she from behind that reflection, teaching me briefly,

Young, Beauty, Happy, Broken, Ugly, Sad, that is life. I will hear lots of praises directed at me to raise me up, but I'll also hear countless mur'rd to bring me down, what mattered is love and Me, Myself, those social hierarchies of being praised or looked down to, don't matter.

Knowing she had none, converse partners, I listened to her, intently, every single day.

Like real sisters...