A truck pulled up to the house. And in the back of it was my father and my mother. I ran to the door, opened it, and ran into the yard. My father held out a pretty little box to me with a smile.
It made my heart jump! And I began trembling hands began to tear the bright ribbon! I lifted the lid of the box, and there – a doll!
Hair blue, with a red bow on her head, smart dress, all in frills, white slippers on her feet. She could even close and open her eyes, as if she were saying hello.
“And this one you must give to your sister,” said her father, and handed out another box.
And so, with two dolls in hand, I run into the entryway and stop.
I decided to look in the second box. I sit down on the steps, untie the bow. I opened the lid. And there is the same doll! And the bow is the same, and the dress. Only the hair is bright pink! Can you imagine?
I just saw my dream!
I take this masterpiece out of the box, take them both, pressed to my chest. And the one with pink hair, a little stronger.
At that moment, the door of the floor above opens.
– Sis!
I run to put the doll back. I put the lid on, pull the ribbon on the bow.
– “And this is for you from Daddy,” I say and hand my sister the box.
Only the one with the doll is not the one I dreamed of…
