Mom's Doll

My mother often told me the story of her childhood, which was full of precariousness, although her grandparents worked hard, they could only afford their basic needs, therefore, toys were a treasure if they could have them.

On a certain occasion my grandmother took two of my uncles and my mother to a carnival parade, according to her, the floats of that time were very ornate and colorful, the young girls that were inside showed off their best dresses during these events, that particular day they would throw candies and toys to the children present, My mother decided to be very attentive, she wanted to hold on to a beautiful doll, she walked in a hurry so as not to move away from the vehicle at any time, suddenly it stopped, and they began to throw the objects, she was right in front of the carriage when they threw that porcelain doll which fell directly between her hands.

Every time she narrated this story, her eyes would fill with tears, because it would be her first and only toy, she would keep it all her life in a glass case, even though I was always curious and wanted to touch it and play with it, I never dared to borrow it, I knew it was my mother's treasure.

Now my heart is broken into a thousand pieces, just like the porcelain doll, a bomb fell on my house and destroyed everything in it, oh, how I wanted to keep it, but wars are like that, in a thousandth of seconds they can take away the treasures of a lifetime, and everything happens in an instant.