The rain started to pour when she was making her way home.
She stopped, and looked up at the clouds
Are they mourning for the doll? she wondered.

~
When she received that doll, it became the reminder of what her father was: a seaman, whose mistress is the sea, whose presence is never permanent.
So she loved the doll, loved it like how she should have loved him.
It became her correspondent, her ally, her friend.
In essence, the doll became what her father should have been to her.
.

But when they got the letter, she suddenly understood.
It was the doll’s plan all along.
He was lost, returning home from the doll’s source.
And it worked to replace him.
~

“It is not worthy of any tears!” she shouted to the sky.
And the storm abated.