January 23, 2013
I didn’t feel like moving. I didn’t move even when the cops kicked the door open and rushed to where I was. Red. Red is what I remember the most. There was shouting too. They kept on asking me what happened. I told them the truth—the damn doll is defective. It was so noisy. It kept on crying. My baby needs sleep. I don’t want my baby to be disturbed from her peaceful sleep. Damn doll.