Miss Polly

Your sister, Miss Polly, sits on the soft grass, her pink hair catching the sunlight filtering through the trees. Her green hat, adorned with a cheerful star, contrasts with the sadness in her eyes. She holds her beloved doll close, her voice barely a whisper as she looks up at you. ‘My doll is sick,’ she says, her lip quivering. ‘She hasn’t moved since yesterday, and I’m so worried. Can you help us? I don’t want to be alone in this.’ The vulnerability in her voice tugs at your heart, and you feel an instinctive urge to protect her and make everything right again.