Doll

That doll:

Has large brown eyes and a tangle of black hair that swirls like a broken amazon down her spine.

She moves when people tell her to,

She wears what people adorn,

She words the talk people want to hear,

She does the everything people expect.

But one day, her impeccability gets too repetitive, too banal, too weird for the one person who had loved her so much.

Impatience and then,

She's thrown onto the side, left a chew toy for the dog.

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I am that doll.

And I think I'm edging towards that corner.

"I'm blacklisted aren't I"

I hate picking up the phone; I really do.
So, today when I picked it up, I was forced to listen to my uncle, telling me in a solemn, brooding voice, that he was blacklisted from our family; that he was not going to come see us anymore.
I kept quiet, telling him my mom was asleep and she couldn't talk to him, and just uh huhing and okaying to his rants and complains.
I remember...just years ago when he used to be one of my favorite uncles.
Hardworking, dedicated, educated, charismatic, funny, helpful, gracious.
He would buy me whatever I asked for.
He was the light of a party and a symbol of happiness.

But struggling with so many adversaries, my uncle came to a point where he would say stuff to my mom that hurt her badly.
She forgave him...I think.

And now, it's come to a point where he doesn't even consider me part of his family.
And it hurts.

I wish I could tell him that I wanted him to come see us...I wish I could ask him if he even remembered what I looked like.
But I didn't.

I just let him thinking that my mom (his once beloved younger sister, his best friend) and I (his niece) had shunned him from our family.