The Red Roof
One time, My Father worked very hard at building me a doll house for my birthday. I was playing one afternoon (God knows what) but I opened the closet doors and there it was! A big, beautiful, perfect, doll house. It was several stories high, each story with one room. A town house! He had painted it white w/ a bright Red roof on top. Now, I am a person that loves surprises and never ever wants to spoil the act of gift-giving. I stood there only a few seconds with my jaw on the floor and then quickly shut the doors and ran. My birthday finally came and I was presented with this most perfect doll house. I of course acted surprised and loved it. My Mom had given me a ton of little furniture for my new house and I went right to playing.
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