Gifts from my childhood 

I was so excited about getting a cabbage patch doll. I begged my parents for days. Dreaming that I was in a cabbage patch with the dolls all around dancing and swinging in the wind. My parents finally agreed to let me have this toy to play with. They went to the store and they were sold out. All the people around then were looking for the same doll for their little girls too. Then the store manager told them to get in this long line to put in an order for next year. So they put their names on that list but they didn’t know how they were going to tell me it’s not going to come in right away. They bought me this nice lookalike doll. At first glance I thought to myself, this is not what I wanted or what I asked for. The second look was: it’s nice, pretty, and I could play with it like this is the real doll I wanted. I believe that my parents were very thoughtful in giving me the doll until my real doll showed up. The next year the real doll showed up in a pretty green striped dress. I was so thankful I played with it all night taking care of it like a child of my own. A year after that I got a baby version of this doll. I appreciated it. Later in the year we heard of some poor families whose children didn’t have toys like me. We decided to give these precious dolls up, and bless another little girl with the dolls. I knew that some little girl would love those dolls like I did.