• He is my master.......

    He made me and gave me life. For that I am grateful.....

    I don't remember much though when I was first born. I recall a soft voice whispering how beautiful I'll become and how he loved me. Master was cold they told me when guests visited our home to conduct business.

    Master was lonely and I felt it. He only had me and I would stay by his side as much as I could to make the empty void in his heart full with my love.

    Yes.....That's the word. I love my master....My creator....

    Master was surprised at the sudden change I expressed to make him happy and not lonely. I woke up earlier before him to make coffee, organized his mail and even his work files so he wouldn't be so overworked, and I even sang to him to calm him. I felt happy I was a help to him......

    His heart was melting by the time I knew my time would come. I wasn't naive. I saw the dolls lined up against his lab wall when I cleaned the mansion, I knew my sisters were made to fill the void in his heart and I had completed that task as well and would soon join them.

    I was afraid a bit.....I would never sing to him, never cook for him, never work by him....Never even see him again....But I was happy I served my master as best I could.

    So that morning I was confused.

    Master was gone. He ran away.....

    Could it be he loved me too? I remain inside our home, waiting for him to return. I continue to clean his office and make his favorite foods. I continue to sing the songs I sang to him to calm his soul.

    I shall wait for him until the end of time....Where ever he is...I shall wait for him....

    Where are you my master? I am waiting for you......