“Dear Dolly,

Mother had been very sick. She’s…she’s dead. I know I never liked her before and I don’t miss her because there was nothing to miss about her, but it feels all cold and empty here without her. Father stays locked in his bedroom and doesn’t come out at all. Ever. Bernadette and I sometimes hear him crying very loudly. Since Mother died Bernadette and I have become closer. She comes into my bed sometimes at night, and she hugs and cuddles me a lot. We mostly stay in my or her room, either talking about things that don’t make sense or just sitting there sadly and silently. It’s so different without Mother. Nobody laughs, nobody smiles, hardly anybody talks, we rarely eat or drink, everybody is always crying. We just sit here, doing nothing in our huge posh fancy mansion. I hate it. Please write back to me Dolly. How’s the orphanage? Are the matrons still as awful as ever? How are you, Dolly?

Love Polly XXX.” Oh if Dolly was here she’d make it all better. If Dolly was here she’s smile and laugh. If Dolly was here we’d have fun.

Oh, if Dolly was here, if Dolly was here.

DEAR POLLY PART 1 COMING SOON (LOL)