The flowing sadness
This wild shouting girl was pointing at the doll on Loathefiya's hands, growing stubborn,
"That doll belongs to me!!!"
Just then a tall lady came there, probably she was the mother of the child cause both were the same reflection of each other. Brown hairs and brown eyes.
The mother saw Loathefiya having the doll in her palms and she replied to her monster daughter in patience
"My dear girl, the doll is already picked. I am sorry but, you will have to look for another one."