Hello, Barbie can't keep secrets. That's a lot of fun for a doll!
I say hello to her in the morning, I offer her a swing, I teach her how to talk, how to eat properly... It's like she's my baby. When I'm sad, I cuddle him, to reassure myself, it makes me feel good. When I feel sad, I tell my mom or dad. To my doll, I tell her all the things that happen to me. After school, I tell her what happened, I also tell her what I'm going to do on weekends. That way she knows everything about me. But the others know everything about me too! My secrets, I don't tell anyone... I guess. "
As soon as I saw it in the box, I knew it would be my favorite. I don't know how old she is, just that she's the age of a mom, but she's older than me. When my little sister's not in our room, I take my Barbie and I tell her little secrets. At the same time, I make her articulate her arms, so I feel like she's listening and responding to me. Once too, I had cried because I was lonely, I took her, I told her secrets (that I was lonely and sad and everything). Afterwards I pushed her towards my face and put her little hand on my cheek. It was like my mother was caressing me. It was nice. "