The Rag Doll

S Sylvia Frances Chan Sylvia Frances Chan
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The Rag Doll I've never owned a rag doll such a doll for fun as a little girl I mean I did get a homemade doll made of rags but never a rag doll my dearest caring mother made such a play doll all these years I played with the doll, the doll remained unharmed and still in the best state, friends who know me well, know that I don't exaggerate when I noticed that new neighbours came to live in the neighbourhood, and there are little girls in that new family, I gave all my dolls and toys, so that they can play amusingly weeks passed, months passed then I visited them during tea time to my greatest shock, not one single doll survived I got very sad and realized that you have to get used to playing with toys and dolls, if a child has never had toys or dolls she has to learn to play first for that young age of mine I learned at the same time that a child must have the experience to play with toys very traumatic for me for having known their tic for so many years I still have the dolls and toys in the best state and these girls, they had only one month of play-moments they had only 'played' with them for one short month and my dashing dolls and toys are no longer recognizable all broken all non-playable

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