Sunday Writing Prompt “Lost and Found”

The challenge:
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So for this prompt I want you to imagine an item that you lost as a child, an item you treasured. Tell me how it came to be lost, how you felt, how quickly you moved on and then I want you to imagine finding it (if you really did find it just share the experience) and describe how you felt. Had your feelings for the item changed? Was it the same or different from your memories?
My response:

I don’t know how I came to lose it, but lose it I did. It was there one day and gone the next.
For ages it had taken pride of place on my bedside table, sitting on the tasselled orange silk cloth watching me as I slept.
It was special, insomuch as someone had actually listened to what I had asked for, and presented me with my heart’s desire. I was 8 or 9, and don’t remember if it was a birthday or Christmas, but it was perfect, beautiful, and mine.
I kept it clean, dusting it off and making sure it didn’t get marked or spoilt by carelessness.
I never played with it. It was too lovely for that, but I loved it, and suddenly it was gone.

I never did find the Bride Doll given to me as a child. It probably got packed away when we moved, though from what I recall, I don’t remember seeing it to pack carefully away. We often had friends come and play, some staying overnight. Maybe one took a fancy to it and put something else in its place, but surely I would have noticed if it was missing?
One friend liked me to show her all my favourite things, spread them out in my room so that she could touch them. I did so with my dollies and other toys, some games and little knick knacks, then after she’d gone home, I put them all away as I didn’t like my room to be in a muddle.
I’ve seen a few Bride Dolls in charity shops that resembled that one from all those years ago. If I’d found it, it would still have been out on the table or a shelf for me to admire and dream of becoming a bride myself one day.