My favourite object is a rag doll. My
great-grandmother was a member of a club for elderly people when she was 80
years old. With her friends, she made rag dolls for the Christmas market, to
collect funds for children in hospital. Without telling us anything, she made
us an extraordinary doll which she gave us but she didn’t have time to finish
it, because she was hospitalized because of stomach pains. During her stay in the
hospital, she asked us to bring the doll to her so that she could finish it. But,
she died a few days later. I think she knew she wouldn’t live long. The rag
doll was probably an object she wanted us to remember her by.
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