It’s your birthday.  You sit in your room finishing your homework and listening to music while you wait for him to come over.  The television is on the Disney channel, but the volume is down.  Your room is very small, and all of the furniture in it is made of wicker.  You’re beginning to feel like you’re sleeping in the dollhouse tucked away in your closet.  Your mom wants you to donate the dollhouse somewhere, tells you about all the extra closet space you could have, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Continue reading →