Written : June 2, 2023 11.40pm
When I was young, I named my doll Boyet I played with him from sunrise to sunset We’d some souvenir photos together He was my precious gift from my godmother. Our photo was framed and displayed at home Showing his bald head, no need to comb My mom had stitched tiny clothes for him Along with mine, we were both looking prim. One day, I played at the shore with my neighbors Then built a small coconut hut far from the harbor I brought Boyet for our role-play as a family We slept there overnight with my dog, Willy. Before dawn, an expected storm came We all ran back home like a racing game We left our toys and tools in our play house Including Boyet wrapped in my old blouse. When we returned the following day Unimaginable wreckage was on display Boyet got lost along with my playmates’ dolls I cried out loud scaring all the seagulls.
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