I’m in my room reading when my mom comes in. She start looking in my doll cabinet and asking questions about this or that. She asks me each of my doll’s names and I tell her, and the meaning behind each name. She was interested in the different sizes and tried to guess which came from the same company. We chat for a while and then she starts to leave. Outside the doorway I hear her say, “it’s a beautiful world you’re created. I’m so happy for you.” I wish everyone could treat dolls like this. My mom doesn’t own or even like dolls, she’s just a wonderful person. She’s my roll model for how I treat everyone I meet. After she left my room I cried.