She grinned a chocolate grin, eyes sparkling as the golden wrappers in her lap caught the light and grinned along with her. Scattered pieces of crumpled paper lay forgotten at her feet like multicolored offerings to a benevolent god. In her lap sitting just so was a beautiful doll with black yarn hair and shining button eyes. She stroked the hair tenderly and continued smiling. Without taking her eyes off her treasure she quietly announced that she would name her Sarah.
"I'm really glad you like her mom."
And Sarah had a watery smile as she watched her mother play.
Every day read a poem, a story, or an essay and write 1,000 words. -Ray Bradbury
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