My Cotton Doll

Copy 1: 100–120 Words

I wanted a cotton doll for a long time. Once I saw one in my neighbour’s house. It was very beautiful. But they did not let me touch it. I felt very sad.

I came home and told my mother about the doll. My mother was poor, but she loved me very much. She said, “Do not cry. I will try to make one for you.”

That night, my mother took some old cloth and cotton. She worked for a long time. In the morning, she gave me a small cotton doll.

I became very happy. The doll was not costly, but it was made with love. I played with it and also shared it with my friends.

Copy 2: 150–200 Words

I wanted a cotton doll for a long time. Once I saw one in my neighbour’s house. The doll had a red dress and a smiling face. I liked it very much. But the children of that house did not let me touch the doll. I felt hurt and came back home silently.

My mother saw my sad face. She asked, “What happened?” I told her everything. My mother was poor, but she was very kind. She smiled and said, “Do not be sad. I will make a doll for you.”

At night, my mother took some old cloth, cotton, and thread. She sat under the lamp and worked slowly. I fell asleep while watching her.

In the morning, my mother called me. She gave me a small cotton doll. It had a simple dress and two black eyes. It was not like the neighbour’s doll, but it was very dear to me.

I hugged the doll with joy. Later, when my friends came, I let them play with it. I learned that love is greater than price.

Copy 3: 250–280 Words

I wanted a cotton doll for a long time. I did not have many toys. My father was poor, and my mother worked hard at home. So I never asked them for costly things. But in my heart, I always wished to have a soft cotton doll.

One day, I went to my neighbour’s house. There I saw a beautiful cotton doll. It had a red dress, black hair, and a sweet face. I liked it very much. I said to the girl, “May I touch your doll for a moment?” But she said, “No. You may make it dirty.” Her words hurt me. I came back home with tears in my eyes.

My mother saw me and asked, “Why are you crying?” I told her about the doll. She listened quietly. Then she put her hand on my head and said, “Do not cry, my child. I cannot buy an expensive doll, but I can make one for you.”

That night, my mother took some old cloth, cotton, thread, and a needle. She sat beside a small lamp and worked for a long time. I watched her for some time and then fell asleep. In the morning, she called me and placed a small cotton doll in my hands.

The doll was simple. Its dress was made from an old cloth. Its eyes were made with black thread. But to me, it was the most beautiful doll in the world. I hugged my mother and thanked her.

Later, my friends came to see my doll. I let them touch it and play with it. I learned that a gift made with love is more precious than a costly thing.