Then, when today’s grandmothers were little girls, the Doll Maker suddenly stopped making portrait dolls. Puzzled and disappointed parents asked her why, and she replied with the story of her dream.
In my dream, I was walking through a crowd of people, all walking slowly in the same direction. I searched for a familiar face, but every head was turned away from me or turned toward the grounds if avoiding my gaze. Moving to the edge of the crowd, I found a small raised platform and climbed up on it for a better view. The faces on the silent, moving figures turned toward me as if on a signal, and I saw they were all the same.
It might seem frightening, but in my dream, I felt a deep sense of wonder followed by a wave of peace. Every face was lifted towards me, their lips curved in a slight smile, and their half-closed eyes opened slightly as they looked at me with with an expression of inner calm and — what was it? Welcome? Acceptance? Love?
I woke and felt drawn to my dressing table, where I looked in the mirror and saw my own face, with its familiar shaggy eyebrows and crooked teeth. I saw the scar from the time I fell from the tree where I was picking apples, and the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. But for an instant, as if I were still dreaming, my features transformed into the peaceful, calm, open face of the strangers in the crowd.