Don't you worry

I must have been six or seven years old when my grandmother gave me this doll
I was afraid of the dark, not wanting to sleep with the lights off in my own room. And she knew that this little woman of cloth and wood would help me.
She is a worry doll.
Originally from Barbados, she was given to my grandmother by some relative down on the island.
You see, a little known fact is that my grandfather is an immigrant from Barbados. It is perhaps the only country where we still have living relatives

For 10 years or so, this doll has protected my room. And these days I figure I need her more than ever
There is so much to worry about....