You were her first doll. Your body a tapestry of beautiful imperfections, a canvas of your witch's unrefined passion.
Every misaligned piece, every patch of uneven paint an eternal reminder of her love, an eternal reminder of the sleepless nights she spent gently sculpting you into something beautiful.
You looked nothing like her newer dolls, crafted with experience and percision, but that doesn't matter to her. To her, you were the most beautiful doll in the world, and as you slowly drift off to sleep in her arms, that's all that you need.