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A sigh could be heard from the male as he readjusted himself in his old wooden chair, moving his weary hand to one of the drawers in the container on his cluttered desk, sliding it open and rummaging through it. He wanted to find the perfect colored thread to match the felt. Once he found the right one-- a thin lime green thread with a needle piercing through its holder, he smiled, taking that and preparing the thread. He penetrated the needle with the thread in to the felt, carefully going in and out of the material, his calm obsidian eyes, though droopy, observed with such care as he took his time, just like how his father taught him.
The craft of toymaking brought Oydin such joy, though it took so long and, yes, even toymakers can get frustrated, he loved it. He loved expressing his imagination this way, transforming his idea into a reality. But also, he loved the smiles plastered on the little ones as they were received their new stuffed friend.
Speaking of little ones, one of his own pushed open the door and ran up to his weary father, hugging his leg that was at the edge of the chair. Oydin yelped from surprise, which nearly caused him to poke himself with the needle, but luckily it only fell next to the doll.
"Daddy, mommy said there is ready!" Oydin's son, Gino exclaimed while looking up at his dad. "She also said your dinner will be cold if you don't come down quick!"
Oydin looked down at his son, a smile on his face, though tired. "Alright, alright, tell her I'll be there in a second." he replied as he ruffled his kids dark curly hair, making the kid giggle, revealing his cute little tooth gap. Gino then ran out of the room, leaving the father to be by himself for a little longer. He watched the youngling run out, then turned his attention back to his creation, which was almost done; just needed some more details and some cotton. He traced his fingers through the fabric.
"Soon, you'll be a child's reason to smile, little thing. You might not know it, but you will change someone's life. Whether it'd be a lot or a little, you'll be the turning point in a child's world." He talked to the unfinished creation as if it was a living being. That was a habit he had; talking to things like they were human, even assigning them personalities. Of course he received a couple confused stares from people, but he didn't mind. To him, everything had a soul, or is waiting to have one. To Oydin, the doll was waiting to have a soul, though right now it can have a personality. Oydin thought- this doll was joyful, compassionate, and always saw the good in things no matter what. Yeah, that sounded good.
Finally he got up, stretching as he did, then moved and pushed his chair close to the desk, making his way downstairs for dinner. Leaving the silent doll on the desk, to stare at the ceiling, with only a small lamp as a source of light.
