What is that?
I walk closer.
It's a doll.
Where did it come from?
I pick it up and inspect it.
It looks like as if it came out of a horror movie.
I take it to my mother and ask her if she knows where it came from.
She didn't, but she did say it reminded her of her childhood doll.
Come to think of it, it reminds me of my own as well.
How odd.
I go to my father to see if he knew where it came from.
He didn't, but he said it reminded him of his childhood.
How could that be?
It's possible that he could've just remembered it from mother's home.
They did grow up together after all.
I confront my older brother to see if he bought it to play a prank on me.
He said he'd never seen it in his life, but it did remind him of when he was younger.
I would say that growing up with me could have reminded him but this is too much of a coincidence.
What is it that they say?
Once is chance.
Twice is coincidence.
Three's a pattern.
How is it that this doll reminds us all of our childhoods?
The situation was starting to give me the creeps.
I decided I no longer wanted to investigate in the matter.
I went outside and threw it in the bin.
That should be the last of it.
