My name is Wendy. My parents always call me Honey Baby.
I'm a four-year-old girl and I always take a doll with me.
I like Baby doll toy canoly and cookie but when we go shopping, any mother always grasps my hands to keep me not running around. Now, I must go back to find my toy and candy.
I don't like her because she doesn't buy anything I want and she doesn't let me free to have a book all over the shop.
One day, my mother takes me to go to Wal-Mart. I shake off her hands to find something excited. When I run back, I can't find her. Even with the help of the manager, my mother still doesn't show up. I'm scared and I cry.
Finally, I find her standing at the front door. I run to her and I swear that I'll be a good girl.
She kisses me and we go home.
-Hanny
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