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Who is Kaitlin ? |
Well I figured that since I was going to tell you who I was, maybe you might want to know about my Cabbage Patch doll Kaitlin. This is the story of how me and Kaitlin found our way to each other.In your last E-mail you wrote that when you found your Cabbage Patch doll, Olivia, she was in a damaged box at K-Mart and that she looked so sad. That is so amazing, because when I saw my Cabbage Patch doll that is how I felt to. She was sitting on top of the out going trash cans in the back of our house. She looked totally used up. My sister unfortunately grew up so fast that she had fell out love with the doll. She had grease and grime all over her. All of the pretty little cabbage patch doll outfits that my mom had brought for the doll had long since been taken away from the cabbage patch to be used on other dolls that weren't half as special as the cabbage patch doll. Some of my sisters other dolls said cheap "one-liners", cried, and evened wet themselves. But, to me there is something special about a cabbage doll. When I found the doll all the cloths had been removed and the hair was all clumped together. She looked liked she had done her job as the special playmate for a little girl and that she had excepted that her time to meet the garbage truck was close at hand.
When I saw her at first I saw a possible "investment"in a possible classic doll. (after all the parents in Maryland were fighting over them in the toy stores) I brought her inside of the house and placed her next to my toolbox.As the days went by I thought little of the doll. I had to make-up reasons to my parents how the cabbage patch doll first missed the garbage truck and then how made it back into the house. About a month after finding the doll I lucked out and found a authentic cabbage patch doll sleep set. It was in with a couple of rags. No rips or tears. I quickly washed it and it came out good as new. After that the doll made its way to my room. I kept it in a drawer in my room and there she stayed, as I said in my last letter, waiting for a time when another little girl would need her. In the summer of 98 Karen came to claim her doll. It was Karen who had saved the doll from the garbage truck and the landfill. It was Karen who cared for the doll and cleaned it up.
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was Karen who carefully dressed the doll. Now, it was Karen Marie
who wants a hunters green dress for her doll. And finally it was Karen
who named the doll. Karen Marie chose the name because the first time
she fell asleep with her arms gently hugging the doll the name felt
"right" when she said goodnight to the doll.
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