My mom had an doll. it was presented to her on her birthday. she loved her doll, she nursed her, washed her and she settled her to bed. she always took her doll any were she went. but her most favorite thing was to brush her hair. mom grew older and older, so she stopped playing with her doll. once when I was looking through old box I found her old doll. when I showed the doll to her she remembered her toy and the moments they spend together.
