For some reason today I remembered receiving a Christmas gift that was (to me) the worst present I ever received. I believe I was around 10 or 11 at the time, and my extended family had come over for Christmas. I was SO excited to open my gifts. I still remember that when I was about to open (the worst present ever), my aunt got all excited and wanted to see me open it. I thought it had to be something pretty amazing since she was so excited. I ripped open the wrapping paper, and the gift was a doll called "Poor Pitiful Pearl." For someone who was expecting a new Cabbage Patch or American Girl doll (both my favorites), I was devastated. There before me was the ugliest doll I had ever seen, dressed in rags, with a slogan on the box that said "I need a mommy!" I looked around and tried my hardest to pretend I was happy. I still remember fighting every urge within me to run, and instead I put on a smile and said "Thank you" in my nicest voice. However, within minutes, I ran into my room and sobbed into my pillow. My mom came in the room, and I remember telling her that I hated the doll. But I wasn't only crying because of that; it was also because I felt so BAD for hating the doll! I really wanted to like all my gifts, even this one, but everything in my was repulsed by the doll.
To this day, I don't know why I hated it so much. Maybe because it was the exact polar opposite of a Cabbage Patch or American Girl doll. My mom said I didn't have to keep it. I don't think my aunt ever found out. Poor doll.....
Okay, that doll is weird! I don't blame you for being upset. Funny though :)
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