That's My Doll

I didn't often get a birthday present, Just a cake and a card my Grandma had sent. But this year Dad came in from the cold, He walked very slowly because behind him he was struggling to hold- A beautiful blue eyed, golden haired doll. I took her everywhere and held her hand, But a while later she was gone, I searched and I searched but I couldn't find her, Then out of the window I saw my doll in the arms of a little girl who lived up the road. I ran to my Dad and asked how this had happened, and he sadly told me he had to sell her to just pay the rent. The bottom dropped out of my world, I just didn't understand , why my doll had to go. My Mum held me close and said I had to be brave, and told me that from now on I should work and save, until one day I had enough to buy my Doll back!