Losing a Toy

I remember when I was a kid and my favourite doll went missing. I dug through the box and searched as thoroughly as I could. My sister had found hers. It was blond like her and there was no way we could get our mixed up as my doll was a brunette. We had to leave to go on a trip and I wanted to bring my doll with me. Sadly, I never found her in time - in fact, I never found her at all. I felt terrible. She was my favourite toy and I mourned the loss of it every time I say my sister play with her blonde little doll and I would look down at the stuffed animal that I had to put out of the box to replace her. It was sad to lose something that meant so much to me.