an anecdote of a girl who never played her dolls

Though I have no vivid images of how my childhood was, I somehow remember some experiences that I had. And like any other kids, I remember having toys and dolls but the difference is, I wasn’t able to play my dolls.

I remember having so many dolls: Barbie? You name it. I have a complete set with houses, wardrobes, and pets. Not just barbies, I also have a life-size kitchen set for kids. Most of it was given to me as a gift on my birthdays & Christmas and the rest was bought by my grandmother. But, I never played them.

I don’t remember who put it in a nice clear plastic and displayed it. The boxes were never opened. But I remember what my grandmother said when I asked if I can play with my dolls: baka masira lang, pag laki mo na. (it might just break, you can play it when you grow up) and since I was just a kid that time, I agreed. Years passed, I never able to play with it until I get in high school. I don’t remember what happened to my dolls, maybe my mother gave it to my cousins I don’t know, and just like that, it disappeared before my eyes.

I said to myself that if ever I will have a daughter, I will buy her dolls and let her play with it whenever she wants. I always wanted to play dolls — like braiding the hair, change her from gowns to dresses, and ofc play my dolls with a friend. I want my daughter to experience what I haven’t. I don’t want her to live like me; no clear images of how my childhood was. I want her to remember every single day of her childhood. I want her to make good memories even if she’s still a kid.

If ever there’s a room with a time machine, I will go back to when I asked my grandmother if I can play with my dolls, and even if she didn’t allow me to play with it, I will sneak out of my room and get my doll from the display and play with it. 😀

PS: I remember playing paper dolls but a real barbie doll was better, right? Hahahaha.

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If you tell me a joke, I might not catch the humour of it in a second or a minute. Or you might tell me a story and ask something about it and just stare at you for a few seconds before I realize that you are actually talking to me.

My little sister always gets irritated with me being slow like she was talking the whole time and I was not paying attention to what she’s telling me. My attention gets easily caught off of something and that’s not intentional (I PROMISE!) I don’t even know why I became like this and I just laugh at it. It is funny how my sister would tell the story all over again, but ofc, I need to hear her out if ever she’ll repeat it.

Last night, my brother was calling me and I am busy with my phone. Not until my sister tapped me on my shoulder and knew that my little brother was calling me, asking me to volume up the tv. WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME? HAHAHAHA. And one time, while having our dinner, we had a little chit-chat with my boyfriend and my sister about I dont remember and suddenly I don’t even know what we were talking about and I was like, what? wait, can you tell that part again, and there was my sister, staring at me like I did something horrible and she rolled her eyes on me and told me to just shut up and she won’t repeat what’s she’s talking about. And I was like okay. Or sometimes I misunderstood the whole point of what my sister was telling me.

AM I REALLY SLOW? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!