I  have many good things, but the most wonderful thing I have is a doll.

    When I was a little girl, my mother was busy working, she had little time to accompany me.  I felt very bored and asked her to play with me.  She refused angrily.  I can't help but cry  loudly.  All at once, my grandmother showed up and asked why I was crying.  

    She burst out laughing after I told her the reason.  She brought me to a department store, and then she bought a doll for me.  She said that doll can play with me when I was alone.  I was deeply moved because I found she was really care about me.

    Now, I have many kinds of dolls.  Each one has its own look, but I like the oldest one best.  There is my grandmother's love in it.