For years, Monica’s mother-in-law, Lina, has been giving her porcelain dolls for Christmas. Mon always assumed they were just antiques and kept them hidden in her closet. But her husband, Andy, sees them and reveals their purpose…
Cultural differences in mixed-race relationships are normal, right?
But there was no way I could have expected an innocent gift to turn into something so terrifying.
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Let me take you back in time.
Andy and I met at a friend’s party seven years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. We locked eyes across the room, and the connection was immediate. I’m not one to believe in love at first sight, but with him?
Something clicked instantly.
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We talked for hours that night, and while we sipped champagne, we shared stories about our lives, our families, and our dreams. One thing that stood out the most to me was how different our upbringings were.
I’m white, from a quiet, suburban family where tradition meant a Sunday barbecue or decorating the Christmas tree together. Andy, on the other hand, is Black, and his family’s traditions are deeply rooted in a rich cultural heritage that I was eager to learn more about.
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Early in our relationship, I knew there were things I didn’t fully understand about his background. I tried to be open-minded, and Andy was always patient with me, explaining things I’d never been exposed to before.
“It’s okay, Monica,” Andy said. “This is an entirely different world, you know?”
Andy’s family followed certain customs, and some of them seemed a bit mysterious to me, but I appreciated the depth and meaning behind them.
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But I will admit one thing. I wasn’t prepared for what came with marrying into Andy’s family, especially when it came to his mother, Lina.
She was always polite to me, but there was a certain formality between us that made me feel like I was still an outsider, even years after Andy and I got married.
One tradition stood out: the porcelain dolls.
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Every Christmas, Lina would give me a porcelain doll. At first, I thought it was a sweet but slightly strange gesture. The dolls were beautiful, delicate, and looked like they belonged in an antique shop.
“This is beautiful, Lina,” I gushed when she gave me the first one. “The detail is stunning!”
“I thought you’d like it, Monica,” she said in a low voice. “I thought that we could start our own little tradition, you know?”
A woman giving her daughter-in-law a gift | Source: Midjourney
I mean, it seemed intimate—that my mother-in-law wanted something special between us. Right?
Not quite.
So, I should have known that something was wrong when Lina always gave them to me in private, away from the rest of the family. She never explained why, and I never asked, assuming it was just something personal, like maybe she was passing down family heirlooms.
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I tried to appreciate them, but to be honest, dolls have never been my thing. Like clowns, they were spooky little things.
And honestly, have you seen their eerie little eyes?
So, I did what I thought was best. I tucked them away in the back of my closet. Over the years, five dolls stayed there, gathering dust. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out, but I had no idea what to do with them either.
Porcelain dolls in a box | Source: Midjourney
“Out of sight is out of mind,” I muttered to myself as I threw a shawl over them in my closet.
This Christmas, things took a turn I never expected.
Andy had promised me a new custom closet as a gift, so in the weeks leading up to the holidays, we started clearing out my old one.
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As I was packing my clothes, I realized two things:
One, I had way too many black items of clothing.
Two, what on earth was I going to do with those dolls?
I pulled them out and set them on the bed, not thinking much of it. But when Andy saw them, his reaction was immediate.
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Immediate and alarming.
My husband’s face went pale, and his entire demeanor shifted. He looked at the dolls like they were something… dangerous.
“Where did you get those?” he asked, his voice tight.
“The dolls?” I asked, wanting to be sure that his reaction was because of them.
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“Monica! The dolls. Where did you get them?”
“From your mom,” I replied, confused. “She’s been giving me one every Christmas for the past five years.”
“For five years?” he repeated, sounding horrified. “Monica, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think it was a big deal,” I said, shrugging. “I think they’re a bit strange, but I mean, they’re nice gifts.”
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Andy didn’t say anything for a moment.
Instead, he walked over to the bed, where I had left the dolls, holding one gingerly, as if it might break.
Or bite.
Then, without any warning, Andy scooped up the dolls and hurried out of the room.
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“Andy, where are you going?” I called after him, but he didn’t answer.
I followed him to the living room, my heart pounding. I had no idea what was going on, but I’d never seen him this rattled. He walked straight to the fireplace, threw the dolls inside, and lit a fire.
I watched in shock as the flames consumed the porcelain, cracking their delicate faces and burning away the frilly dresses.
Porcelain dolls in a fire | Source: Midjourney
“What are you doing? Andy? Why did you just burn those?” I asked.
Andy turned to me, his face serious.
“Mon, you know our families come from different cultures, right?”
I nodded.
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“Of course, I know that. But what does that have to do with burning the dolls?”
He sat down beside me, taking a deep breath.
“Those dolls… they aren’t just any collectibles. Or for decoration. In my culture, they’re used to cleanse a home. They’re meant to absorb negative energy and protect the people living there.”
Porcelain dolls in a fire | Source: Midjourney
I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying.
“So, they’re good luck charms?”
“Not exactly,” he said. “They absorb the bad energy, but once they’re full, they start to release it back. And when that happens, the energy becomes toxic. They can start poisoning the air around them. That’s why I burned them. As far as I know, it’s the only way to stop them from doing more harm.”
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I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.
What the heck?
“Toxic? Andy, those dolls have been in our house for years.”
“I know, Mon,” he said quietly. “That’s why I didn’t want to take any chances. The fire is supposed to cleanse the energy they’ve absorbed. Normally, you’d burn them outside with incense and flowers as part of a ritual. But I didn’t think we should wait.”
Incense and flowers on a table | Source: Midjourney
I sat there in silence, trying to wrap my head around everything he had just told me. It sounded like something out of a horror movie.
But Andy’s face was dead serious.
I believed him, even though every part of me wanted to laugh it off as a weird superstition.
“Why didn’t your mom tell me this when she gave them to me?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of anger. “She just handed them to me like they were regular gifts. I had no idea they were supposed to protect the house.”
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Andy shook his head.
“I don’t know. Maybe she thought you already knew. Or maybe she thought it was something that you’d figure out by yourself? But she should have explained it.”
Later that night, after Andy had carefully gathered the ashes and taken them to a nearby park to dispose of them, I decided that it was time to call Lina.
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I needed answers.
Why hadn’t she told me? Why let me unknowingly keep them in our home for all these years without explaining their purpose?
When Lina picked up the phone, I didn’t waste any time. I told her what had happened, expecting her to be shocked or apologetic. But instead, she was calm.
Almost indifferent.
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“It’s your responsibility, Monica,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’re part of this family now. You need to learn our traditions, especially if you and Andy plan to have children. Don’t accept gifts without understanding what they’re for.”
Wow. Nice mother-in-law, huh?
I knew she was right in some ways, but I couldn’t help feeling hurt. It wasn’t fair for her to give me something with such significance without explaining it.
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Honestly, how was I supposed to know?
“You know, I thought I was doing the right thing by just accepting the dolls,” I said when Andy and I were eating ice cream together. “I didn’t want to offend your mom. But now I feel like I’ve been clueless this whole time.”
Andy sighed and took my hand.
“You weren’t clueless. You just didn’t know. I should’ve explained more about our traditions. I forget sometimes that we don’t come from the same background.”
A couple sitting on a couch together | Source: Midjourney
“I want to understand,” I said. “I want to know more about your family’s culture. I just didn’t realize how much there was to learn.”
He smiled at me, his eyes softening.
“Yeah, but I think we’re done with the dolls, Mon. How about we start some traditions of our own?”
I smiled, feeling the tension lift from our home.
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“I’d like that,” I said.
But one thing has come from this:
If you’re in a relationship with someone from a different culture, make sure you ask questions and learn as much as you can!
Especially if porcelain dolls are involved.
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