Straw dolls

A big cart full of straw passed by the other day, with horses and a mountain of straw that made me think of home. When it turned the corner, a bit of straw fell off. It felt like a gift from Awïlïn, so I took it and ran. Didn't feel right, but didn't feel wrong either. It was just there, and nobody seemed to care.
 
I made straw dolls, just like I did back on the farm. Gave them all different faces, happy, sad, angry, silly. Dunkin, my little rat friend, he seemed to like them too, chasing their straw legs with his tiny paws.
 
Then, something unexpected happened. A woman saw me with the dolls and wanted one. She gave me money for it, more than I ever got for anything. she told me I had the spirit of Luceria in me. She said even in the dark, I found a way to make light. It made me think, maybe I can be brave like Daddy was. It was enough to buy bread for days. Suddenly, I had an idea – maybe I could sell these to others at the market.
 
I took off my dark green cloak for the dolls to sit on – the same cloak Daddy said belonged to Mommy. I know green is special, only the rich people can afford it like the king, so maybe that helped catch their eyes. And would you believe it? Over the next few days, people actually stopped and bought my dolls. All ten of them! For the first time since the blackening, since Daddy... I had enough money, real money.
 
I'm trying to be careful with it, only buying what we really need to eat and stay healthy. Dunkin's whiskers twitch more when he’s full, and I can walk further without my tummy rumbling.
 
I don’t understand why people want my dolls so much, but I'm glad they do. It feels nice to have something to do, something that feels a bit like home. And it feels even nicer not to be hungry. I hope I can find more straw tomorrow, maybe make more dolls. It's good to have a plan, even if it's just for the next day.