Made you look, she’s not really haunted, but the title prompted you to read this post. The item most dear to my little baby heart is my doll, Lulu. We left her behind at a hotel once while on a family vacation. I cried and cried, so my parents drove back two hours to pick her up. This memory is not stored in my “core memories” a la Inside Out, I don’t remember it at all. I’m just telling the story my mom has shared with me about “how they had to drive back to pick her up”. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep without her (also per my mom).
I still have my little Lulu, but my husband makes her sleep in the closet. He’s afraid she might come to life. I may have even convinced him she was a little haunted. One eye doesn’t close anymore, so she’s always sleeping with one eye open. She may be a little worn and tired, but that just shows how much she’s loved.
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