Dear Diary,
I have been hinting and hinting that I would like my own purse, but Mommy and Daddy just didn't get it. And so for weeks, I've been forced to make do with anything else I can find with a handle: a sandbox pail, a mini-grocery basket and even an empty ice cream bucket.
But guess what? Grandma and Grandpa came through for me in a big way. They flew all the way to Sweden to get me a purse of my very own. I'm so excited! I carry it with me everywhere. I don't think I will ever let go of it.
Ahhh... I've been dreaming of this moment. Until next time diary!
Love, Sydney
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