Saturday, February 16, 2019

My Closet :: essays papers

My ClosetI sat quietly on the couch next to my father. His short herculean arm extended over my head as if to protect his elfin girl. His fingers got lost in my strands of hair, as I yanked my head forward as if to signal I did not want him to play with my hair. My new flub doll with big blonde ringlets and skin that smelled like a foils skin after it has just been powdered, rested in my lap. My spiritless hands stroked the tiny doll as if it were alive. My father knelt down and kissed my frontal bone as he said, Dont worry, Princess, Mommy will.Oh hither she is now I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my picayune pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother gradation out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in discern with the outside world. Too late. I could already hear my mothers graceful footsteps locomote the stairs. She carefully opened the door that entered my kitchen, and I flung myself into her arms. My mother yelped with shock and a hint of exhaustion, Meggie honey, Mommy is very tired. Please be a little more careful next time. Mommy Mommy Daddy bought me a new dolly today, her name is, Madeline. Look LookOh very pure sweetie. I have a surprise for you too.What is it? What is it? I exclaimed as I jumped rapidly around the kitchen. My mind raced. Was it another doll? Maybe the coarse-grained I had been wanting? Tinkerbell perfume That is what it must be. I had always cherished Tinkerbell perfume. Everytime I saw it in a store I would call off and point with such excitement. I thought it had magical powers that would make me fly. My sight always ran with ideas as most children always do. My mother griped my hand tightly and led me into the living room at a slow grounds that indicated she was nerv ous yet excited. She sat me down gently next to my father. Her grin had never been so huge.

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