I drew this illustration when I joined the sketch from memory workshop organised by Maria Midttun.

 

I remembered that I played with something in the garden.

 

well, from the real memory. it was the old doll but
I would like to connect this illustration with the new doll.
So the old doll came up into my mind.

 

In my memory, I did not know that my daddy walk to me from behind.
I didn’t even hear his steps.

 

Suddenly, I heard his voice called my name when
I turned my head then I met the baby doll.
The baby doll wore the yellow dress.
He was sleeping in the basket.

He was a wind-up toy when I winded him
he would be moving and playing the lullaby.

 

At that time, I was happy to have him with me !!!

 

 

…and now I still keep him with me with other toys.