The Secondhand Doll
By Phoebe Johnson
Aiti found me in a junk box at a secondhand store.
I didn’t know who I was or where I came from.
Aiti picked me up and said, ”You’ll be perfect.”
I was dirty and my hair was a mess.
“We’ll get you all fixed up,” she said.
Aiti cut off my hair. . “Now let’s try on some wigs,” she
said.
We tried a short blond wig.
“Oh No!” she gasped. “You’re not a blond. We’ll try on Lara’s
old wig.”
Lara was Aiti’s first doll. She is a fixed-up doll and has a
new wig.
Aiti put Lara’s old wig on me. “Yes, this is better,” she said.
She glued the wig to my head. I wasn’t sure she knew what
she was doing.
“This hair is long and wavy. It doesn’t look like a
secondhand wig.” Aiti said.
I love my new hair!
Aiti made me a new dress and bonnet.
She named me Rose.
Aiti has a whole family of dolls now but Lara and I were her
first.
I like being part of her doll family.
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Cute story :-)
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