I wanted to see her like a doll, not one of those puppets with strings, those that one can move at will. As a doll, forgotten in a drawer with other toys ... stuck there, almost hidden. Quiet and sad ... sad? Not really, I've noticed that's the way she wants to be, just looking at life everyday. She's happy only by staring around and doesn't always want to play. If only she could close her eyes... she'd fall asleep... in that sweet golden light.