Marriage, the Porcelain Doll

There was, that delicate looking porcelain doll, given to us as a gift, on our wedding day, by someone, and, we took one look at her, and decided, to name her “marriage”…

At first, we were, very careful with it, as we’d not, wanted her, to shatter into bits and pieces, so, we’d, put her into that display case, and, worshipped her.

And yet, because we’d, put her on that high pedestal, we’d rarely, interacted with her (played with her, brushed her hair, dust off her clothes, etc., etc., etc.), about a year later, she’d, looked, dirty, with dust all over her face, and, cobwebs all around her dress and what-not!

safer, for the doll’s sake!  Not my photo…

I’d once, taken her out of the display case, to clean her off, but, I accidentally, fumbled her, but, managed to catch her, right before she dropped to the ground, saved her life, and, I’d, quickly, placed her back into that display case of hers.

There was once, when you’d, taken her down too, and, you’d, rocked her in your arms, like she was your baby, and, your phone rang, and, you’d, left “her” unattended for no more than five minutes, and, the dog got a hold of her, but, you were there, to “save” her, from getting ripped to shreds like a ragdoll by the dogs, as they loved playing rough with things…

Compared to this…not my painting…

And, after these two “close calls”, neither one of us was willing, to risk breaking the porcelain doll called “Marriage”, and, after much thought, you went out, bought that display case, and I lifted her up, into the high-up shelf of the bookcase, and, placed her inside.

Because the doll was, out of our sights, we’d started, forgetting about her, and, one day, while I was cleaning (yeah, I do that too, every now and then, okay???), I’d, climbed up the steps, with the duster, and, saw Marriage, the porcelain doll, looking all weathered, covered in dust, and, cobwebs were, covering up her face…

At the sight of that, I’d decided, that Marriage, the porcelain doll was way too “high-maintenance”, that I don’t want it anymore, and I was, too tired, of having to be on the lookout for Marriage’s wellbeing all the time, and so, I’d, brought “her” to a collector, and, sold her for a couple hundreds of dollars, after all, I can’t, care for her anymore, and, besides, the collector seems like she knew what she was doing, I’m sure, that marriage was, left in good hands!