I Bought an Old Doll at a Flea Market, Gave It to My Daughter, and Heard a Crackling Sound Coming from It
I never imagined I would tell a story like this. Even now, recalling it makes my hands tremble. Some moments mark you quietly at first, then linger forever. My name is Pauline. I’m thirty-four, a single mother, and I clean office buildings for a living. It’s not glamorous, but it keeps the lights on—most months….