Birthday Gift for My Lady...

It's normal to fall in love with the girl I'm going to marry. At such a time when she talks about something she loves so much I have to listen to it no matter how much I dislike it. Not only that, I have to even try to convince her that I am also very interested in it.

Recently, there has been a lot of talk about dolls. As far as I know she never talked about dolls. Rarely did she become known for the traditional feminine traits that are generally accepted by most people. I believe it includes the desire for dolls. The conversation began with a reminder of birthday presents. I asked her about birthday gifts she had received in the past.

"What birthdays did you get the most when you were a kid?" I asked.

“Dad gave me a doll for every birthday. The last doll I gave was my favorite. The day she gave me the doll, she was wearing a dress I wore when I was a child. ”

Her father passed away a long time ago, but I did not remember much about it.

"If given for every birthday, then there would be about thirty dolls in the house, wouldn't there?" I asked in order to make fun of her age.

But it is too late to realize how foolish it is to ask that question.

She smiled slightly and looked at me and replied as if suppressing something strange that could not be put into words.

"No! There are only eight. ”The last word was said, looking straight into my eyes.

I instantly understood the feeling behind those words. She had only been loved by her father for eight years. This is the first time I've felt so sorry for someone who has lost so much of their father's love. I wondered if the sweet evening I had spent until then had been obscured by one of my foolish words. She seems to be doing nothing to comfort me.

I wondered what to give as a gift for her next birthday. I went to a toy store and asked a sales assistant for a doll. She handed me a beautiful doll with a very slender body and long hair with blue eyes. I was surprised by that.

"What is this?" I was told.

I remember the others in the shop looking on in amazement. Although a little harsh, the sales assistant who correctly identified my idea immediately reassured me,

"These are the things a lot of people give to their girlfriends now, sir." Don't you like Serge Girl, Bobby Dolls? ”

Thinking how much the world has changed, I told her.

"I'm looking for something to give a nine year old boy"

The sales assistant went in a bit and handed me a toy doll from a shelf. I was looking for a doll wearing a purple dress of the same type as my girlfriend loved purple. I found what I was looking for because of the relentless efforts of the sales assistant.

My best friends were the ones who were most interested in finding out what was the first birthday present I would give to my girlfriend. They all saw the gift and mocked me, saying I was crazy.

“Are you crazy? Nowadays girls don't like that ”was everyone's opinion.

However, I firmly believed that my decision was the right one. I went to her house with the birthday present too. Her mother, brother and his wife were there when I went there. A small party was prepared there. It is no secret that she was very much looking forward to my arrival. It's not so surprising since it's the first birthday we've ever met.

Her sister-in-law was most interested in knowing what gift I would bring her. Shortly afterwards, with the help of her sister-in-law, she unpacked and picked up the doll.

Everyone was silent.

She looked at the doll for a moment and ran inside like a nine-year-old girl. Her mother tried to go there but did not. The sister-in-law also tried to run into the room, but the mother advised her not to. There is also a squeaking sound from inside. I was stoned. Her mother looked at me as if approving of the gift I had brought.

I'm the only one who knows the comfort I get from my mother's words, "He's crying, happy son."

"After losing her father, no matter how many dolls she asked for, she said she did not like it. He's been waiting until today with the intention of not bringing the doll back. ”Mother raised her voice again.

She came back in front of us. The tears shed are still the same. But now there is a smile on his face as if he has accomplished something. Usually it is very difficult to understand what she wants from me. She never asks for it. She only gives enough clues to understand. There is nothing in the world that can compare with fatherly love. But when a girl goes to her husband's caste, from whom does she get the fatherly love she got till then? I felt like I was able to accomplish it to some extent. Her words confirmed it to me.

“Now there are nine. There is not enough room in the front room ”

She gave me a romantic look.❤️

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