My meaningful object that I couldn’t be parted with is my doll “Gaga”. I received “Gaga” on the 27th November 1981, the day I was born. My dad bought her for me. She came everywhere with me, we never parted for the first 14 years of my life. Apart from whenever she had to get her body, eh, “fixed” because she had been hugged so much.
Eh, I keep this doll, since I gotten married I’ve moved up to Derry and I keep this doll in my house. As I’ve said I couldn’t be parted from it. If I have children of my own in the future of course they’ll be allowed to play with her, but she’ll always be my doll.
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