I have few mementos from when I was a child, but for some reason I’ve held on to this figurine. I believe it’s the cake topper from my 5th birthday cake.
Despite wearing an ill-fitting and worn dress and having no shoes, she looks hopeful and inquisitive. I often wondered if she was poor or just lost—like some fairy tale heroine. She has a doll so she’s not alone.
I wore my hair in two stubby pigtails like her when I was little, and I remember that even though she was a blonde white girl, I identified with her. Maybe she was the closest version of me that my mom could find at the time.