Usually things were meager but they did have food in Fresia’s home. Mamma had a hard time finding ways to make ends meet and was often busy and distracted. One day Mamma brought home the most beautiful gift. It was a real live baby. A real live baby boy for Fresia to love and comfort and take care of: He had big brown eyes just like her. They understood each other. She had her new soul mate. Changing and feeding her little live baby doll made Fresia forget the rumbling in her own tummy. She loved her little baby brother. Her life was so much brighter. Then one day she was sent to the market to buy some bread. When she came home, the baby was gone. Where had he gone? It was time for him to go, was all she was told. He wouldn’t be coming back. The world changed that day and a part of her joy dimmed forever. Now she knew true sadness. For the rest of her childhood, she would sit at the doorway and wonder: Where had her baby boy gone to? What had become of him? How big was he now? She missed him. She even wondered if he had been a dream. But it wasn’t a dream and there was always an empty spot deep inside, a missing piece in her heart. The years went by and she never knew the answers to those questions.P.S. I've just joined Soap Opera Sunday at Brillig's. More stories there! See part 2 of my story here.