Victoria is my Royal Doulton. She was given to me by my grandmother.
Growing up, my grandmother bought a Royal Doulton each time a grandchild was born. We grew up knowing that when she passed, we would be given our doll to remember her. I loved going to my grandmother's house and looking at Victoria behind the glass of her curio cabinet. My grandmother's home was filled with beautiful things. She wore gloves. And hats. She had an entire room dedicated to her wardrobe. She was very much a lady. It is strange to write "was" because my grandmother has not passed away, but she is no longer the woman I spent my life knowing. She suffers from Alzheimers. All of her beautiful things have found their way to new homes, as has she.
Victoria sits in my bedroom and reminds of my grandmother - the woman who helped me become the woman I am and the woman I still very much love, even if she no longer remembers me.