My imaginary friend was a doll. Her name was Susie. I received her one Christmas Eve. I think I was about 5 years old. She went everywhere with me. That poor doll was dragged all over the place with me. I told her my deepest secrets. She protected me from thunderstorms. Susie and I read stories together. She and I played under blankets.
I remember that whenever I was afraid, I chewed on poor Susie’s fingers. By dragging her all over the place, her dress was worn out and ripped. At night, when I was scared, I counted on Susie to keep me calm.
She was my best friend. I miss you, Susie!
Hope your day is filled with sunshine and blessings!
Laurie Jackson 🙂
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