They all have loved ones who look to me, surgeon extraordinaire, to perform miracles.
I match prostheses to skin colour, gently insert blue, brown and green glass eyes into empty sockets, and fit luxuriant hairpieces.
At the end of each day broken bodies have been given a new lease on life. Gratified with the day’s toil, as I leave the premises I give a satisfied rub to my brass name plate …
…The Healing Hands Dolls’ Hospital.