I know that you’re grown up, but I still see the little girl who played dolls with me. Remember all the dolls you had? You had, like, hundreds of dolls. And every one of those dolls had a backstory. And then you would quiz me. You’d ask me different questions. If I got it wrong, all hell broke loose, I tell you. But I never turned it down, because I knew that the day will come when you grow up and you will not invite me anymore to play with those dolls. I would give anything to get to play dolls with you one more time.[to Emma]
