I'm small. Four or five. I'm sitting in a room alone, dinning room, living room, I'm unsure. I'm crying. Not real crying.. fake doll crying. But I don't stop. I am holding my doll and I'm crying, boo hoo hoo, boo hoo hoo, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, maybe ten minutes. Over and over.
Finally my mom looks in on me. Is everything ok in here? I stop. I'm embarrassed. I'm just playing I tell her. She goes away and I am alone.
Friday, March 1, 1985
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