• “Man and the moon, along with the silver spoon, never stopped to say hello?” said Mary Jane, a touch forlorn.
    You never can tell where she comes from and whence she goes; all you know is that she is. Though I doubt anyone here would believe me, this little girl has seen more of the world then you or I could dare to hope. The things that have passed before her eyes and gone under her feet have left marks unreadable to the eye; only with the heart can it be felt.
    “Is it you? No, It can’t be for I would know you anywhere tis true. Yet where are you, little Lucy?” said Mary Jane, her thoughts a jumble.
    Why they let her go no one knows. But there is one thing that’s certain; they cared more if the wind would blow then if that little girl ever came ‘home’. Yes, O yes, that place was always filled with music and laughter. What more could she wish for? There was life and gayety that all little girls loved. They never gave her a second thought because, as anyone would know, all little girls need is noise and a doll.
    “Hello again my faithful friend, come see what I have made you. I’ve grown strong and tall, slender and pretty. Can’t you come see me now, John Blue?” said Mary Jane, her eyes half closed.
    That fateful day, that rainy, empty, lonely day, that day when the not so little girl was born some time ago. No one there to help her dress or see her off to school. They had gone away for an extended day, never thinking of that not so little girl. She saw herself in the small oval mirror across the hall. Not thinking, not feeling, too numb to understand, she threw her little Lucy at the women staring back. Shattered glass rained down from the wall leaving little cuts upon her cheeks. Tears mingled with blood and unshed words tumbled from her soft, rosy cheeks. She felt nothing here, from them or from anything. This life, O yes, this joyful and music filled world held nothing for this not so little girl.
    “Looking back I could have left some word of where I was going. But even then I never knew just where the road would take me. I loved and lost. I cared and I hated. I felt, yes for the first time, I felt.” spoke Mrs. Lucy Mary Jane Storms.
    The life that little girl led was not one they could ever imagine. Poverty and sickness, love and loss; things that brought that not so little girl pure joy. She found someone to care for, that Mr. Storms. But he never knew how that beautiful women had ever ended up in that little room with the small white table and chairs. Alone in the world except for a little doll, her only protector.