When I was young, My dad bought me a Cindy Doll. Cindy doll is an imitation of Barbie and she was an Ugly doll. I think they failed badly on copying Barbie doll. So I hated her, I cut her hair, scribble her face with marker pen and finally murdered her which I totally forgot how. Anyway later I got a genuine Barbie and I was so happy. But the thing is, she had only one outfit. When I asked my parents for new clothes they brushed the idea off and said "to expensive" So my sister started to sew me Barbie doll clothes using scrap cloths and then I started to make them myself. I have Bikinis, Uniforms, Evening Dress whatever you need, I have it. Then I longed for a Doll house. I don't have to ask, cos I know what the reply would be. So it remained a wish that never got fulfilled until recently.... I was at my dad's workshop and he came back to the shop with a Doll House. He likes to go to the scrapyard to look for funny things, sometimes he will come back with antiques, nice decoration items that ppl doesn't know how to appreciate and much more. That day he came back with a Doll house for my kids! They cheered and said thank you and began to play.
Looking at them play, reminds me that I used to long for this. And now.. my dad really brought back one for them... to play....TRAINS!
So weird but who cares. The one that gave is happy, the one that received is happy. And the one that is looking here, is even more happier.