Once a upon a time, a very long time ago, there was a girl who dream of having her own dollhouse. This little girl had been asking for it and tried to convince her brothers and sisters to buy or make one for her…but sadly, since they are poor that time, her siblings can only hug her and tell her that one day , she’ll get her dollhouse. And of course, this poor girl, who too young to understand why she cannot have one, cried every time her request rejected.
The sadness the little girl feel still there until today. Yes, that little girl was me and guess what? I still want the dollhouse
but surprise surprise, I “can’t” afford it
hmm not really but my priority is not the dollhouse anymore and furthermore, I’m too “matured” to play with a dollhouse, lain ceritalah if I have a daughter
*sigh* Thinking back those days makes me even sad coz I have a cousin who own a few dollhouses *waa waa waa*







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