I have many things in my room that I love very much but one thing definitely stands out above the rest: My doll.
When I was younger (about 5 or 6) my Great Grandma was in the hospital because she was getting very old and was extremely sick! A couple days after she was admitted into the hospital my mom, dad, brother and I drove out to White Rock to see her and see how she was doing. I don’t remember much about that day, but I do remember I was very happy to see my Great Grandma. When we got there I walked through the tall doors of the hospital and I was a little confused because I never really knew how sick my grandmother had become. We went up to her floor in an elevator and saw her. She was very weak and had many layers of blankets over her. I was a little scared at first to see my grandmother in this condition but I clued in that she was the same loving person I had known all my life, just a little sick and tired! We all sat down around my grandmother and talked, laughed and had a great time. My grandmother was getting tired so my parents thought it was best if we left. None of us wanted to go because we didn’t know what would happen next, if this was the last time we would see my Great Grandma.
But right when we were about to leave I was looking at a window, right under that window was a beautiful doll that was wearing a purple flowing dress. I could see it’s bright red hair resting against her shoulders and I thought it was the most amazing doll I had ever seen. Aimlessly walking, thinking I was still in my grandmother’s half of the hospital room, I ended up standing right in front of another patient. She was about the age of my grandmother and looked like she was in about the same condition. I said, “HI!” very loudly (since I was only in Kindergarten, I didn’t really know the meaning of “inside voices”.) And the old lady smiled a weak grin in return. I knew it wasn’t polite to take other people’s items, or even touch them without permission, but I wanted to see what her hair felt like. I caved and looked at the doll in-between glances at the lady that owned it. After awhile my Mom and Dad pulled me away from the doll to go home. I thought about it the rest of the drive back.
A few days later my Mom came into my room and in her hands was the beautiful doll from the hospital room. I jumped up and gave her a huge hug! I was so happy!! I asked how my Mom got it and she said that the old lady from the hospital wanted me to have it, so she gave it to my Great Grandfather to give to me! I said thank you and kept staring at the doll, pretty much in awe. At that moment, I think that I thought the lady that gave the doll to me was the best person ever!
The day after I got my doll, my mom gave me the news that the lady that gave the doll to me died in hospital the night before. I cried and wailed because she was so nice to give me her doll and now she was gone! I couldn’t imagine that I hadn’t even said anything but “HI!” to her. I was so sad.
The reason I think this doll is so important is because it reminds me of my grandmother, who died shortly after the lady that gave me the doll. I loved my grandmother so much and I didn’t want to let her go. The fact that I have this doll makes me so happy because anytime I see it I think of the day I saw my grandmother in hospital and what a great time we all had together, our last time together.