She called me Papa… After all these years she finally called me Papa.” Then he looked up again and said, “What are you saying Anna, it’s time for us to go? Indian XXX When they were done one of them threw the broken doll into the trash as he walked past the officer. Roberto turned the corner at Fourteenth Street and made his way through the old rusty gate that lead to the door of his apartment building. When they were done one of them threw the broken doll into the trash as he walked past the officer. Roberto stopped to gasp for breath. It was the lord’s birthday and as he had done, for as many years as he could remember, the family would pray at the table, giving thanks for all they had, eat their lunch and exchange gifts. But what was the point of complaining. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbled to himself as he made his way through the dark corridor. When he held her up for Roberto to see, her bright blue eyes popped open and from deep within her chest a mechanical voice called out… “Ma-maaaa.”
“There you are Nina.” The old man said as he sat up to take the doll from the detective’s hand.
