My Daughter’s Doll

The doll was mine when I was a child, and many years later it became my daughter’s. As we are now moving from Berlin back to France, we can’t take everything with us. We decided to leave some things behind, and as we forced ourselves to sort things out, I asked my daughter to do so as well. It broke my heart when she chose the doll.





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