Hidoko Matsumoto.

Thursday, July 08, 1999 (original Chinese version written in 22/4/99)

I am a puppet. Although I have hinges in my limbs, I cannot move. I can still remember the time when I sat on the rack, thinking about this, and getting more and more depressed. Beside me was a beautiful porcelain doll. She comforted me, and my days brightened again. Slowly, I found myself loving her in a way I had never thought of before, so, when she was brought away by a girl, I felt as if something was missing in my life.

A cloth witch took pity on me, who was moping around everyday, and gave me magic. This Magic could only be used for three times, I used the first Magic to let me be by her side. Thus, a boy came along. He took me to the girl's home and gave it to her. The girl found me adorable, so she put me beside her favorite porcelain doll. We met once again.

One day, the girl passed away. No one ever went into the room again, and everything seemed lonely and sad. The girl's spirit lingered everyday in the room, washing her face with her tears. Mana (the porcelain doll) did not wish to see the once lively room become that way. She wanted me to bring the boy. I used the second Magic; the boy came. The girl went to Heaven with a smiling face, and asked him to look after Mana and me.

The boy did as the girl told him to, he brought us to his home. Not a long time after that, the Second World War occurred. The house lost its stability and half of it came crumbling down. All I thought of was saving Mana. So, I used the third Magic, so that I could move as I liked, and escaped with Mana by my side.

However, I was found by a commander's child. He took me and Mana home. Everyday, he played with us. He was very rough, and broke both of my legs. When he started to bend my arm, Mana made a wish for me to be fine. A fairy appeared, and asked her if she would sacrifice for me. She softly agreed.

Suddenly, I saw her fall towards the floor. The commander's son dived to save her, but he was too late. From that moment, my life had lost its meaning. Everything is submerged in tears.

Now, I am going to stop writing. Closing my eyes, I can still see Mana looking back and smiling at me. I know, maybe no one will believe me, but, having lived these few years, the pain has not been washed away by the tide of time. When I stop writing, I will see Mana again.

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Would you believe it? I wrote this for Chinese composition. And I PASSED! ^0^ 60 % yeah, I know teachers don't like this kind of crap, but I love it. It's almost as if its in a beautiful world.

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