I live in a cursed pub with 27,000 dolls
Silvia Heszterenyiova Sullivan, 50, Maryborough, Qld.
Hearing the doorbell chime so early, I was surprised. Who on earth could that be? I wondered.
It was 2014, and I’d just come home from a shift at the retirement village where I worked as a carer.
Opening the door, I gulped. A lifelike baby doll was on my doorstep, tucked into a basket. There was a note attached.
My name is Isabella. Will you take care of me? it said.
Suddenly, my girls, Veronika, 21, and Sofia, 17, jumped out.
“Happy 40th, Mum!” they chimed in unison.
The girls knew I adored babies, but as a single woman, it was unlikely I’d have another of my own.
“She’s perfect!” I said.
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