MY PRECIOUS DOLL =)

Like every girl, I loved playing dolls so much. Especially barbies have an important role in my childhood. I admired them. I always thought how beautiful they were, but I barely had them unlike other dolls. I had a baby with green hair, blue eyes and huge smile. It was my best friend. When I went somewhere, I carried it with me. I kissed it so many times in a day. Later, I had dolls more beautiful than it but it always stayed special for me. I didn't love others as I loved it. This connection between me and it disturbed my mother. She thought I shared everything with it. She was right. I didn't talk to my parents so much. I told everything to my doll. I spent my whole time playing with it. When I became 10, my mother gave it to someone I didn't know. Firstly I thought it was a good idea, I couldn't do with it anymore, it wasn’t real but it didn’t prevent from missing it. By the way, one of the reasons my mother didn't like my green headed doll was that she thought my doll took after 'Chucky’, a doll killing people, one of the horror films of that times. I was so angry at my mother she didn't let me watch. She said 'the time you grew up'. Anyway, my little sunshine flew from my house. Even if I miss it sometimes, I think my mother made a right choice sending it. Now sometimes we talk about dolls. My aunt has a grandchild whose age is 4.She tells us her and her fondness for her doll. She says 'Nida had a doll like that, too, didn't she? 'My mother says 'Yes but I gave it' and my aunt says 'you did right. If you didn't do that, she would avoid having contact with you. It isn't normal to love it so much.' and when I hear that, I just smile now .