From Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul

The Broken Doll

Here’s a story a friend of mine once told me, in her own words:

One day my young daughter was late coming home from school. I was both annoyed and worried. When she came through the door, I demanded in my upset tone that she explain why she was late.

She said, “Mommy, I was walking home with Julie, and halfway home, Julie dropped her doll and it broke into lots of little pieces.”

“Oh, honey,” I replied, “you were late because you helped Julie pick up the pieces of her doll to put them back together.”

In her young and innocent voice, my daughter said, “No, Mommy. I didn’t know how to fix the doll. I just stayed to help Julie cry.”

Dan Clark

You are currently enjoying a preview of this book.

Sign up here to get a Chicken Soup for the Soul story emailed to you every day for free!

Please note: Our premium story access has been discontinued (see more info).

view counter

More stories from our partners