Her First Barbie
She walked into the shop having not the slightest clue of which item should get to tickle her fancy. She perused the aisles aimlessly for less than a minute when the shop’s hostess beckoned to her. She asked if the young lady needed assistance and began to dig deeper. A simple, ‘No. I’m just looking,’ hadn’t satisfied the hostess’ vigor for making her quota. ‘Well…’ the young girl started. She eyed the woman carefully taking in all of her well-polished features. She noticed her hair was...