Yana saved all her birthday money and went shopping, momma, I want a doll. Then Yana, I shall take you to the toy shop in Posyet harbour. No momma, I want an old doll… A frayed and worn-out doll; one that has been loved & needs loving again. Momma, yes, my child, momma I want us to make her a new dress. Lots and lots of new dresses, lots… Then Yana dear takes my hand, I think I know just the place to put a smile on your pretty 7yr old face.
Taking a right and then a left down this narrow, steep cobbled street: Yana followed her momma Svetlana Osborn down into the harbour seafront and to a little blue doorway. Its locket said Yana, nervously, no silly it's just stuck give it a good old push use your shoulder put your back into it. Yana pushed as Svetlana had instructed and sure enough, it opens. Is it a sea treasure shop momma, yes Yana it is a sea treasure, shop, full of old unloved things needing to be loved again? Ooh, I like all the china teacups and the hats on the hatstand. But where are all the dolls? Yana dear, go look under the stairs.
Momma, look, there's a dolls house, here! Yes, Yana that's right, dear! Yana went snooping around.
Beneath the cobwebs like small fishing nets hung to catch children may be. Momma, I think I've found her. The good child brings her to the window and shows me what you've found. Momma, she spoke to me that is how I found her. Shush child it was only the seagulls lets take her home to see papa.
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