I love my dolls (dephomo…6?)

I refused to believe for many, many years that this doll was not "alive."   As I’m typing, she is about 5 feet away, resting on my window sill since I moved all of my furniture.  Sometimes I still sleep with her in my bed.  I am not sure why this ratty old doll means so much to me.  I found her in a field when I was pretty young, she’d been abandoned so I "adopted" her and she became my favorite toy ever.