Seraphina

Whatever happened to Seraphina?— precious doll of Caroline, a present for her seventh birthday in April, eighteen-eighty-nine. Her body was of softest cotten, her hands and face from china made her lips were painted pink and smiling, her golden hair a twisting braid. One day she simply disappeared. They searched in every space and nook, but no one could find Seraphina, and there was nowhere else to look. Little Abby plays in the attic, puttering all around for fun. Seven-year-old Abby finds her in April twenty-twenty-one. In a crevice, up under the eaves— a dusty doll in the old-fashioned style. Somewhere, little Caroline shares dear Seraphina's pink-lipped smile.