It was cold in the two-story house where they are currently living with one maid to prepare everything for her. Wendy was born without a father figure always in the house. It was said that her father was busy at work. Her mother was always away with her friends and when she was home, her father would always come. But it wasn't always her father but there was also an old man.
"Wendy," The old man called as Wendy peeked from the door frame. "Come here, darling." She approached the man as she looked at the paper bags and gifts. "I got something for you. Everything here is the latest and limited edition." He took the one and only doll. "This is you. Isn't she beautiful?"
Wendy stared at the porcelain doll that indeed looked like her.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you." He caressed her hair. "Now, why won't you go upstairs and play with your new toys."
