I love my daughter. I don't think you understand. I love my little Milly more than any mom in the world has ever loved their daughter.
Yes, I know almost every mom out there may say the same thing, but they're wrong. They're *so* wrong.
I've cared for Milly ever since the world brought her into my arms that fateful day.
Life had been hard for me growing up; my mother was nothing like me, and I was determined to make sure Milly would never feel the way I did.
You see, my mother beat me. She said it was my fault she could never have another kid. A better kid. She let her boyfriends beat me, and do other awful things to me.
And anytime I wanted affection I was ignored, or worse. So when I got Milly, I knew exactly what to do to make her understand just how important she was to me.
I decided I would give her a new doll every holiday.
Milly came into my life in the summer, which made it perfect; I could space her gifts out every 6 months!
And so I took the time to make the dolls - I'm quite good at crafting them - for months, dressing them and placing them in pretty crystal jars to present them to Milly on her birthday and at Christmas.
Milly was hesitant to take a liking to them at first, but after a few years she warmed up to them.
Oh, the tears of joy she cried when I placed a new doll on her shelf! I can't think of a better way to let her know she's the only daughter I'd ever want.
Anyway, as you know the summer is coming shortly, so I'll be presenting a new doll to her soon. It's great timing, too.
I've only had Milly for 6 years now, but she's already talking back like most teenagers.
I heave a sigh and pat my belly as I sit in the waiting room, thinking about how much I love my sweet little Milly. I truly wish I could give her a new doll more than twice a year.