My+odd+but+special+gift

Many years ago I was about 3 years old, and I loved to play with dolls for some strange reason, but I liked to dress them up and pretend to be them and talked to them and all of that cute stuff of what young kids do. I was pretty much like a regular little girl who loved dolls and just loved to play with them. But when it was almost my 4th birthday I decided I didn't like dolls anymore. I wanted to be all grown up but I knew it wasn't true and so did my family, they just thought it was cute of how I tried to act "mature". So when we celebrated my birthday one of the first gifts I opened was a beautiful plastic doll. I loved it to death, she had gorgeous blue eyes and she had a little body suit that's connected to a hood and it's material was so adorable, it was pink and had pretty orange flowers had cotton and looked very pretty on the doll. The cute smile she had made me feel so cheerful, and comforting when I first saw her. I felt a warm tingle inside me, I didn't want to like it but, I couldn't hide my feelings from my family and myself so I absolutely adored it. It was as if my mom saw me worshiping a king, well maybe not that much but I still loved it. I named it sara and I took her everywhere with me and she was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, like one time I was very depressed and mad at my parents and we got into some kind of a fight, I forgot why but I was very angry and I just went straight to her (sara my doll) and I hugged her as tight as I could like I was suffocating her, and then I stopped crying. I went down the stairs still holding sara and told my parents I was sorry and I felt much better. My little doll Sara was very important to me because she was my best friend. But It was an unusual gift but it was especially unusual to me because my parents and my doll helped me bring out my personality. So it was an unusual gift but special to me.