My Sister Turned into a Doll!

By Cindy Eggleston

Before her sister Amy was born, Claire was the favourite and got all the attention. Night after night, she would wish upon a star that Amy wasn’t here. Not for anything bad to happen, of course. Maybe she could go live with the neighbours. Every time Mrs Johnson came over, she brought Amy a present, but never one for her.

One day, Claire came home to see her American Girl doll, Samantha, lying on the floor. When she picked her up, she saw that someone had smeared red lipstick all over her face. Gee, she thought, I wonder who could have done that? She was livid.

In tears, she stomped into the kitchen. “Mom! Look at what Amy did to my doll! She ruined her!”

Her mother, washing dishes at the sink, turned to her.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry about that, Claire. But you know Amy didn’t mean it. She’s too little to know better. Maybe we can clean it off.”

As Claire lay in bed that night, all she could think was, “I wish Amy would turn into a doll and see how she likes to be coloured all over.”

The next day at breakfast, she was surprised to see Amy wasn’t at the table; Mom always got her up before her.

“Dad, where is Amy?” He put his coffee down and peered at me over the newspaper.

“Well, dear, when your mother went to check on her, a doll was lying there instead. It seems our Amy has somehow turned into a doll.”

She ran into her little sister’s room, and sure enough, there sat a child-sized rag doll! Horrified, she ran back into the kitchen.

“But Mom, Dad, what are we going to do? How can we change her back?” cried Claire.

Her parents looked at her, “Isn’t that what you wished so hard for? Well, dear, you got your wish. Maybe you can play with Annie now.”

“Who’s Annie? What are you talking about?” Claire said, now fully exasperated.

“She’s your new sister; you saw her; she’s in Amy’s room. We thought the new name suited her better than Amy. Go see if she’ll play with you.” Her parents spoke calmly, as if everything were perfectly normal.

Stunned at what her parents had suggested, Claire knew something very strange was happening.

“Uh, Mom, Dad, you do know she’s not alive; it’s just a doll. Come on, stop playing around now; where is Amy?”

“That is Amy; you wished her to be a doll, and now she is. Be careful what you wish for!”

“But I didn’t mean it; truly, I didn’t. I want my sister back!”

She woke as someone gently shook her arm; it was her mom.

“Sweetheart, wake up. You’re yelling in your sleep.”

Opening her eyes, Claire saw her mother standing beside the bed, with Amy in her arms. It was then she realised it had all been a dream! Amy really wasn’t a doll!

From that day on, Claire and Amy were the best of friends.

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