Written by: Jyotsana Tako - 29041, Grade V
Posted on: 26 January, 2022
When I was three years old I had a doll that my parents gifted me on my 3rd birthday. It was an awesome doll. I liked it very much because it had a pretty face, long blonde hair, perfect tan skin, a tall, slender body and gorgeous clothes. It could walk, cry and move its legs and could make the sound “Mommy”. I had that doll till I was 10 years old.
One day I took my doll to my maternal uncle’s home. I played it there. I was feeling sleepy so I put my doll in my red bag. The next day, we came back to our home. For a few days, I did not play with my dolls. After a week, I wanted to play with that doll so I looked for it in my red bag but I did not get my doll. I searched for it everywhere but did not find it. I told my parents about it. They also searched for it but did not get it. I was so sad so my parents bought me a new doll. My new doll was also good but the old doll was more special for me. Nowadays also sometimes I search for that doll in the hope to get it.
