She bent and swayed to the music, her arms waving gracefully in the air. "I'm finished," she whispered.
I looked at her and wished I could do more for her, but I knew she was right. It was time to send her on to her new home and see what her new creator would dress her in. I even crossed my fingers that she might actually get a hand painted face. She didn’t seem to mind that she hadn't been given one.
I picked her up and she nestled down into the soft white tissue paper, dreaming of her new home.