Once, the doll accidentally broke one of its feet and I was sad and heartbroken for several days.
Orlando ran all over the city and finally found a pottery shop that could repair it.
At that time, they said that the doll not only represented my mother, but also contained her concern for me.
Orlando, who had tall body and long legs, walked to my bedroom in three or two steps and held the doll in front of Camile like a treasure.
I glared fiercely at him and stepped forward to snatch it. "This is something my mom left me. Why do you want to give it away on your own initiative?"
Orlando gave me a contemptuous look and said, "Mimi didn't find your dead thing unlucky and you even complained about it!"
Oliver responded with a sullen face, "Yes, you broke Mimi's figurine, so you should compensate her. It's rare for her to like such a broken doll of yours!"
I seemed to have lost my sanity and kept beating Orlando who was trying to stop me.
Camile let out a scream and said loudly, "Isn't it just a broken doll? Why did you hit Orlando?"
She picked up the lucky doll and threw it at me. "Just a dead thing, it's so dirty! I'll give it back to you, but don't hit someone like a madman!"
The pottery doll fell to the ground and instantly shattered into pieces.
The blessing and my name that my mother had written in the doll's belly were also shattered into pieces, unrecognizable.
Camile's sharp and vicious appearance overlapped with her childhood's.
At that time, my mother had just passed away and my father could not wait to bring Camile and her mother into the house.
In front of others, Camile was a good and well-behaved girl, but behind others she turned into a devil.
She always pretended to be pitiful and acted like a spoiled child in front of my father to take away things from me. However, the next day she destroyed them one by one and then put the blame on me.
The last time, she secretly stole my father and her mother's marriage certificate and scribbled a big black turtle on it.
"Dad, Hermione wants to kick me and mom out ...."
As a result, my father threw me back to my grandmother's house and ignored me for twenty years.
My saddest and most aggrieved times were always spent with the doll.
"Get out! Get out now!"
I held the shattered doll, tears streaming down my face.
Late that night, I received a call from Orlando while I was half asleep.