I spent the whole evening stitching by candlelight. Tiny silver threads, soft blue silk, and a little bow that wouldn’t sit still. It’s an offering, of course. Not because I was asked… but because I wanted to. Because it makes me warm inside, knowing my hands can make something special for someone much more special.

Every loop, every careful snip, I whispered quiet little wishes into the fabric. That it brings comfort. Happiness. That it’s enough. That it expresses what I never quite can despite saying it time and time again: thank you, I’m yours, and I’m so lucky to be.

I may be just a doll, but even dolls can love, and give love.