Glassy eyes-- Staring a hole in me-- Like dozens of small, pale porcelain dolls in my sister’s spare room.-- I know what this is.
I was seven years old, and my birthday had finally arrived. There were no neighbors coming over or friends from school. But I was happy. I was with my family, all five brothers and sisters, including the new baby who was barely two months old. We always had fun together, and this time was no exception.