My mother asked for that pottery doll for me before she passed away. She said that the doll would accompany me for the rest of my life on her behalf.
Once, the doll accidentally broke one of its feet and I was sad and heartbroken for several days.
Orlando ran all over the city and finally found a pottery shop that could repair it.
At that time, they said that the doll not only represented my mother, but also contained her concern for me.
Orlando, who had tall body and long legs, walked to my bedroom in three or two steps and held the doll in front of Camile like a treasure.
I glared fiercely at him and stepped forward to snatch it. "This is something my mom left me. Why do you want to give it away on your own initiative?"
Orlando gave me a contemptuous look and said, "Mimi didn't find your dead thing unlucky and you even complained about it!"
Oliver responded with a sullen face, "Yes, you broke Mimi's figurine, so you should compensate her. It's rare for her to like such a broken doll of yours!"
I seemed to have lost my sanity and kept beating Orlando who was trying to stop me.
Camile let out a scream and said loudly, "Isn't it just a broken doll? Why did you hit Orlando?"