My New Doll

On my seventh birthday, I got a new doll. It was pink in colour. My father made me sad by telling me that my gift would come the following day. But after a few moments he gave me the new doll. I played with it but not every day. Some days when everyone is sleeping in the afternoon, I would play with my doll. The games I played with her are cooking and doctor-doctor. I also asked my grandma to bring me another small little doll so that I could sleep with it and play with the doll which my parents gave me. One Sunday I spent a very happy day with my cousins. I played with them and I also showed them my doll. But a few days later my younger brother tore up my doll. I felt very sad. I miss my doll very much.

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