In the Christmas of 2002, I was six years old . As a six year old, the only thing I had wanted more than in the entire world, was a Barbie doll .
A Barbie with perfect porcelain skin, bright blue eyes, and long blond hair.
A Barbie whom Ken would love to take out to the movies, in her plastic pink Volkswagen and share plastic popcorn and plastic soda. A Barbie where ken and her would tie the knot in a blue suit and poofy wedding dress, and have a Skipper, Stacy, Kelly, and Tommy.
A Barbie whom had the perfect all American dream life .
Then a week before Christmas break had started that year , we had new neighbours . The Jauregi's . They had moved from Miami Florida . My folks had told me they had a daughter around my age , Lauren . The minute we had met , there was this instant connection between us.
I remember her grabbing my hand pulling me upstairs to her bedroom , and showing me her own Barbie collection. I didn't have ONE, while she had a whole plethora of dolls, including a camper and a doll house .
Lauren smiles proudly , when she sees me eying the house . "My daddy and I built this together, for my birthday last year! Isn't it beautiful ? ? "
I nod in agreement, and let my eyes wander over the big dream house . It had four rooms, and each of them
had two dolls in each room. I also noticed there were no boy dolls either, and there were only girl dolls.
"Where's Ken?" I'd ask her.
She replies with, "Oh, Barbie doesn't like Ken", and we kept on playing .
Just as I was getting ticked into bed for the night, Mama asked me if I had fun today , and I nodded my head yes. "She didn't have any Ken dollies though. Lauren said that Barbie doesn't like Ken that way".
She stopped for a minute and made a little hmm sound , before kissing my forehead and leaving the room.
Little did I know, that statement my new friend would make, would have a large impact on both of us, later on.
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Well here it is! First chapter !
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-Mychaela
