She sits in the antique store, silently. Patiently.
She always has that smile that some crafter decades ago probably thought looked grandmotherly.
People drift in and out of the rooms, smiling at memories and glancing at prices and even, every now and then, buying something.
No one ever asks to buy the old lady doll. But everyone always stops to look at her. Sometimes they smile. Sometimes they talk about a doll they owned, many years ago, that looked a bit like her, if not quite. Sometimes they look nervous.
Sometimes they make rude jokes, and laugh.
And at the end of the day, when the shop keeper closes the door with a final jingle and goes home, it’s not his fault if he didn’t notice that fewer people left his store that day then came in.
Which is why you should always be polite to everyone you see, be it person or animal or object or plant.
You never know.