Never Too Old (A Story by me, Ilse the Imaginer)

Hey guys! This is a story I wrote about a little girl...who becomes a young woman...who becomes an adult...who becomes a little old lady. I wrote it in one sitting after my grandma telling me how she got beautiful...can you guess? I'm sure you can after the story.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Once Upon A Time there was a little girl named Grace. Her mother and her father loved her very much, so for her sixth birthday, even though they were very poor, they bought her a little present instead of Mama getting a new hat and Papa getting a new tie.
When the special day came, Grace was almost too thrilled to eat. She had never gotten a real, actual present before, in a box wrapped up with pretty paper and a bow.
“Mama, Papa, I feel happy and-and-sort of racing and scared all at once! What do you call that?” she asked.
“You’re excited, darling,” replied Mama. “But please, don’t forget to finish your toast.”
Grace obeyed and happily unwrapped the shoe-box that had held Mama’s new Sunday shoes when she decided that she really did need new ones last November. Grace gasped when she saw what the package held.
“Mama, you bought me a doll?” asked Grace, knowing the answer.
Mama nodded. “Papa helped me, too, but I picked her out from the Mr. Davidson’s Store.”
The grateful daughter gazed at her parents, then flew at them with a gigantic hug. Then she solemnly combed Bethesda’s hair, that being the name of the doll. Bethesda was very sweet looking, with soft yellow curls and big blue eyes.
Grace herself had thick, wavy long brown hair and gray-green eyes. She was friendly and a little shy and she loved dolls especially. When she was a little older she began to sew and crochet and knit clothes and blankets for the dolls, as she collected quite a few. By the time she was thirteen there were not only Bethesda, but Marianne, Lillian, Juneau, and Elaine. They all had personalities, hopes and dreams, and they somewhat reflected Grace that way.
When Grace was ten, her parents wondered, When will she grow out of it?
When they asked her, she said, “I will never grow out of it.”
When Grace was thirteen, her parents wondered, When will she grow out of it?
When they asked her, she said, “I will never grow out of it.”
When Grace was sixteen, her parents wondered, When will she grow out of it?
When they asked her, she said, “I will never grow out of it, not to my dying day.”
So that was that.
When Grace was eighteen, she and her parents together gathered enough money to take her to college.
“Will you take your dolls?” asked Mama.
“Of course,” replied Grace.
So she took her dolls.
At college, she met a young man named Phillip. She fell in love with him and he fell in love with her. They were married with Mama and Papa and Phillip’s Mama and Papa and Joseph, Grace’s little brother, and Janie, Phillip’s little sister, and all sorts of other relations and friends.
As Mama did Grace’s hair and helped her into her white, white dress, she asked Grace, “Will you take your dolls?”
“Of course,” replied Grace.
Phillip was a carpenter. He made all sorts of wonderful pieces of furniture and toys. He showed Grace a little doll bed he had made Janie years ago.
That gave Grace an idea.
“What if,” she said, “We had a little bit of your shop, where you made beds and wardrobes and things for dolls, and I painted them and made the blankets and pillows and clothes and things?”
Phillip agreed and they made many beautiful doll things. Every day, little girls, and sometimes boys, with their mother and father would come in to buy wonderful bits of tables and chairs with a tablecloth and clay bread and real jam, or a bed with a mattress and a pillow and a sheet and a blanket for bedtime. Everyone loved the little furniture and so when Phillip and Grace were too old to work on people-sized things, they still sold and gave away the doll-sized things.
One day Phillip and Grace were a little old lady and a little old man. Marianne, Lillian, Juneau and Elaine had long passed to daughters and granddaughters, but still dear Bethesda was too close to Grace’s heart to give away.
A little while after Phillip and Grace really were a little old lady and a little old man, there was a Market Day. Knowing they were too old even to make doll-sized things, they spread out all that doll furniture that they had and sold it.
Grace had been keeping Bethesda on the table to model the table and chairs’ size. She saw a small girl come up and ask, “Excuse me, how much is that loveliest doll on the booth? I’ve been saving up my allowance money ever so long instead of buying candy like Wally and Susan. They are my siblings and a great comfort to me sometimes, and a great trial other times. I would mother that doll so, and make her little blankets and clothes, if only I had enough money.”
Grace thought a minute. She was old, tired, and wrinkled, and she knew how much joy a doll could bring to a girl’s heart, and she made her decision.
“This doll was my very own when I was not much younger than you. Her name must be Bethesda, and she’s terribly old-fashioned, but otherwise she comes with no cost other than unconditional love.”
The small girl’s eyes widened. “Really? Really truly?”
Grace nodded, smilingly.
The girl thanked her again and again, and Grace felt that she really meant it.
“Bethesda is such a pretty name. Bethesda-Bethesda-it seems so right with her smile and her curls. Oh, thank you, Mrs. Grace. I shall never grow too old for her.”
Grace went home truly happy that evening, when the moon shone on the pine forest, green velvet against a sky of blue-black silk. She felt a little loss over giving away Bethesda, but she said to herself, After all, you are a little too old for a doll.
A few pleasant years later, that little old lady and little old man died. They went to The Kingdom of Happiness and earlier Grace had explained to her neighbor, Deborah Hayes, why she didn’t fear or hate the thought.
“After all, Debby, there I’ll never be too old for dolls.”

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  1. Wow. That was AWESOME!
    This made me tear up. You're a very gifted author :')

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