Isn’t this Daphne Doll so beautiful? On crappy days like today, at least I can take out my own doll and play with it.
This doll gift has many sentimental meaning to it. For starters, I never owned a doll. My parents were frugal and would choose books over toys. When I begged for a cabbage patch doll, my father made one for me using an old towel and some bitsandbobs around the house.
Clearly, as you can imagine , it was not the same.
Secondly, I joined the Unduk Ngadau years back because my sister (who was part of the Klang Valley committee) needed participants. I was the oldest there. Probably the oldest participant till today. LOL. So it’s nice to have a memory of that moment since I didn’t take any pictures.
Memang style cowboy when I joined the pagaent - no full costume , no makeup team. Just me and my bag.
Finally, it was a lovely gift from a friend who lives miles away. He’s just been so kind and charitable to the family and I and I him only happiness in his journey to rediscovering his authentic self.
God bless you Chris and Wesley.
Love
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