My Porcelain Doll (ON HOLD)
Frank wasn't like most boys, playing outside with the horses and dogs. Getting muddy and being scolded for bringing little woodland creatures into the house. His family extremely wealthy and highly respected in the progressing city. Having the finest horses and carriages, the best hunting hounds, and the most luxurious mansion. Frank didn't like interacting with children his age or really anyone. Frank liked talking to his mothers porcelain dolls. The dolls so fragile and just so perfect in his eyes. A boy playing with dolls in 1837 was frowned upon deeply, even his parents were ashamed over their own son. But they couldn't let society see how much of a failure Frank was to them.