A DiaryFebruary 4th, 2006 Changing Fine Today I watch TV. I can see many dog toys on TV. They are all lovely. I want to buy one very much. I’m very lonely. I hope to have a friend to play with me, but don’t have any. I don’t think Mum will buy it for me, because she never buys toys for me. But I want to try. I ask Mum, “Mum, can you buy a toy for me.” Mum doesn’t answer me, but asks me, “How old are you?” I answer, “I’m 15 years old.” Then Mum says, “You are not three years old. You are 15 years old.” I’m very sad. Why? Because Mum doesn’t want to buy a toy dog for me. I still don't have one.