Like a doll abandoned, I often felt that I have been left to fend alone in the world. I wonder if the child who had loved this dirty and worn doll had not been allowed to bring it with her or if she decided to leave it behind as she sought newer and better toys to play with. These questions come from my heart, for I was once that doll left behind while my mother sought a better life. Did she not want her children with her or was she forbidden to bring us? In old age, it still hurts!