The doll that your sister brought from the orphanage wasn't just any doll. It was a rare item. A collectible. A friend. Aeron was all she had before your parents took her as theirs. Aeron was all that she can give to you even before her death, the only possession she cherished. And in the mind of the little doll, you were his next playmate. He learned to love you.

A dream always has some sort of meaning, Wether it's a warning or a sign of good luck. For two partial people it meant something rare and different