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Theme: Harlequin
Harlequins have caught my attention since I was little, I think that's because my grandmother collected them.
She has a shelf filled with different types of dolls, and I remember when I was a child, she would take a puppet out of one of them and make a funny duck-like voice, singing a song to make me laugh. My grandmother, so beautiful and so sweet, did everything possible to make me forget the bad times that I went through those days due to the divorce of my parents, and since I was a child of about 6 years old, I did not understand why my father did not love my mother, I thought he was bad.
The innocence of childhood, where I thought that the harlequin was a magical being that was going to help my father love my mother again and not abandon us.
Already being an adult at this point, I can tell you that I did those days of childhood where I believed in the magic of the harlequin, and my grandmother.
After my grandmother died, the harlequins disappeared, and I don't know where they ended up, but I would have liked to have kept one.
Note: This story is a figment of my imagination, written for the daily freewrite initiative.
I hope you enjoyed it.
