I live in the most pretty little house. We have a nice living room with a green couch, a white chair, a tall lamp, and a fireplace. We have a combined kitchen and dining room, with a table with four chairs, a fridge, a sink, and some cabinets. That is the downstairs. Upstairs is my parents' bedroom with their super big bed, a bookshelf, and a dresser, and then there's my bedroom. It has my bed, a dresser, and a table with my favorite thing in the world: my dollhouse.
I made my dollhouse myself, which looks like my own house. I even made little dolls too. One of my mom, one of my dad, and one of me. Playing with my dolls is my favorite thing to do in the whole wide world, and I can play with them for hours and hours and hours. I love my little dolls! And I'll tell you a secret. I think they love me too.
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Dollhouse
General FictionA diary about a girl and a dollhouse that helps her discover her true surroundings
