Aubree loved her baby doll, Mae. She cared for her like she was a real baby. She brushed her hair, fed her,changed her diaper and even sang her to sleep every night.

Always with a smile on her face, Aubree was never without her favorite doll. Her doll, Mae, was her constant companion.

Anywhere that Aubree went Mae went too. She walked her in the stroller around the park, pushed her the swing and even took Mae down the slide with her.

One day, Aubree woke up and realized something was wrong. Mae was missing. She searched everywhere, but couldn't find her beloved doll.

She ran to her sister, Hayden, who was busy applying her makeup in the bathroom. Hayden couldn't remember seeing Mae.

Aubree then dashed to the back room where her brother, George was engrossed in his video games. George hadn't seen Mae either.

She rushed outside where Camron was throwing the football with their dad. But neither Camron nor Dad had seen Mae.

Aubree was desperate, she searched under the bed, behind the TV, even in the refrigerator. But Mae wasn't anywhere to be found.

The search continued, Aubree looked high and low. But Mae just wasn't anywhere around the house.

Suddenly, a scary thought came to Aubree's mind, could Mae have been kidnapped? The word sent chills down her spine.

She decided to alert the authorities, reporting Mae as kidnapped. The police promptly started their search.

They scoured all up and down Villarosa Road. But there seemed to be no sign of Mae.

Not losing hope, Aubree ran to her aunt Erica's house where her cousins Jaxton, Mackenzie, and Delanie were. They might have seen Mae Aubree said to herself.

She pounded on their door, and asked them if they had seen Mae. But they too, hadn't seen the missing doll.

Aubree then ran to her Grandma Clara's house. Grandma Clara was always full of wisdom and comfort.

Grandma Clara was always ready to help. But even she hadn't seen Mae. Grandpa George said he had not seen her either.

Feeling down, Aubree trudged back home. She sat down, trying to gather her thoughts and figure out where Mae could possibly be.

As she was deep in thoughts, she heard a familiar voice. It was Elizabeth, her baby sister who was playing in her playpen.

Elizabeth, or Lizzy as she was fondly called, was a little over one years old. But she had a knack for finding lost things.

Lizzy held up an object in her chubby hand. Her eyes sparkled with pride. "Aubree, here is Mae," she said in her baby voice.

At that moment, Aubree felt a rush of relief. She hugged her little sister tightly, grateful for her help.

Aubree took the beloved doll from Lizzy and checked her over. Other than a little bit of drool, Mae was perfectly fine.

Aubree thanked Lizzy with a big sisterly kiss on the cheek. Lizzy giggled and clapped her hands, delighted at Aubree's happiness.

That day, Aubree learned a valuable lesson. She learned to always keep her things in a safe place. But most of all, she learned to appreciate her little sister.

From that day on, Lizzy became Aubree's official doll protector. And Aubree, well, she never lost Mae again.