After making my wish, I was stunned when a five year old girl ran up to me and excitedly said “oh, I thought I lost my little Ashley!”
She then looked up to me and asked “Mister, can I have my Ashley doll back?”
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I looked down to the baby I was holding and saw that I was actually holding a
hard rubber baby doll that looked just like the baby I made of Ashley. The diaper bag had also changed into a smaller cheep plastic
bag with a ‘My Little Ashley‘ logo bonded to it.
I was basically in shock at how my wish had been interpreted when a preschooler was the first girl to come near me.
The little girl was very quick to reclaim her doll and bag while I was still reeling from Ashley’s new inanimate state. It took me almost
ten minutes of analyzing my wish to realize that to the little girl’s mind, she actually was the mommy to her baby doll, and the easiest
way for Ashley to be the daughter of a preschooler was to become the baby doll of that preschooler.
And as to forgetting her old life, rubber has no memories. Non-acceptance would also not be problem if there were no thoughts, and
if a rubber doll can’t not accept then the opposite can be said as true.
I silently debated on trying again to find an older mother for Ashley so she could return to life but I remembered the Joy in the little
girl’s face on finding her baby doll and realized that Ashley was a far better person as the girl’s baby doll then she had ever been before.
In my opinion that is all that matters.
And they do make a nice little family together.