Status: Discontinued
The Doll of Esme
‘Once upon a time’ are words that were repeated each night that acted like a savoring
melody for Esme. Smooth notes of a vibrating string on of viola led her to sleep like a
mother’s lullaby. And a gentle hand would lightly push her hair aside of her forehead, was
followed by a kind goodnight kiss. Her face was pale as a doll, hair as sweet as
blackberries, and a fingers that were slightly gripped around by index finger. All I could do
was watch her and smile at her adorable sleeping face, loving her and guarding her with all
my might. With my freehand, I dimmed the light, waiting for a new tomorrow.
But Esme is no longer there.
melody for Esme. Smooth notes of a vibrating string on of viola led her to sleep like a
mother’s lullaby. And a gentle hand would lightly push her hair aside of her forehead, was
followed by a kind goodnight kiss. Her face was pale as a doll, hair as sweet as
blackberries, and a fingers that were slightly gripped around by index finger. All I could do
was watch her and smile at her adorable sleeping face, loving her and guarding her with all
my might. With my freehand, I dimmed the light, waiting for a new tomorrow.
But Esme is no longer there.
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Esme: My Morning Joy
Emmett