Christmas was the worst, because I KNEW it was going to be our last. I felt so helpless, I couldn't even ask for anything I was beside myself. Mom told me that she wanted a doll. Just a doll. When I got to the store to get one, I was so upset that I looked for three, one for each of her daughters. As she unwrapped the first doll she cried and didn't think she would have one. By the time she unwrapped the third, we were all blubbering messes. She was so happy. She could never keep such delicate things as she grew up because she was always breaking things and putting them back together with liquid nails.