I was kind of horrified when I heard about "My Fake Baby," the BBCA show about women who collect creepily realistic baby dolls and treat them like real babies.
But now that I actually watched the show and heard the women's personal stories (one woman used the fake baby to replace the hole in her heart when her daughter and grandson moved to New Zealand), while I am still quite creeped out, I mostly just feel sad for them. (There's a highly entertaining review of the show here.)
Overall, the show just made me hug Kelly all the tighter. Babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
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Yeah, that was good ol'fashioned nightmare fuel. At least the dollmaker's kids were adorable and normal.
I kept waiting for the sad reveal that Harry had died tragically, but no, Mom just (rather sensibly, IMO) moved him to the other side of the world. What bothered me was the fact that Grandma seemed completely blase about her daughter having cancer.
That was my thoughtm too, madderrose! I was assuming that Harry was her own child who had died, but no, she's just deeply obsessed with her grandson. To the point where she asked her daughter to leave him behind when she moved!
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