The Story of a Doll
She came to me shyly, saying: I want to buy a doll, my daughter. And why a doll now? She said: I want to play with it like my friends. So I said to her: Is playing with a doll necessary? She said: Yes, I wish I had a doll to change her clothes and make her shampoo her hair. So the father said: I will try, God willing. So I went to the doll shop, hoping to find a cheap one. I wished I hadn’t bought some fruit this morning so that I would be able to buy the doll she wanted. For my little daughter is smart and sweet and shy. She dreams all the time of having toys like her friends, and I always postpone it with many excuses. She doesn’t get angry but stays silent and submits. The excuses didn’t work this time, and there was no trick left, so I must buy her a doll. ...