

Sara and Tom were playing with their dolls. Sara had a new doll with a pink dress and long hair. Tom had an old doll with a blue shirt and a stitch on his arm. Sara liked her doll more than Tom's doll.
"Your doll is ugly," Sara said to Tom. "He has a stitch. He is broken."
Tom felt sad. He loved his doll. His doll was a gift from his elderly grandma. She made the stitch for him when he was torn.
"My doll is not ugly," Tom said to Sara. "He has a stitch because he is brave. He is special."
Sara did not listen. She grabbed Tom's doll and ran away. She wanted to open the stitch and see what was inside.
"Give me back my doll!" Tom shouted. He chased Sara around the room.
Sara reached the door and tried to open it. But it was locked. She could not get out. She heard Tom coming closer. She was scared.
"Please, don't hurt me," Sara said. "I'm sorry. I was mean. Here is your doll."
Tom took his doll and hugged him. He checked the stitch. It was still there. He was relieved.
"Thank you," Tom said. "But why did you want to open the stitch?"
Sara looked down. She felt ashamed.
"I was curious," she said. "I wanted to see what was inside. Maybe some candy or a toy."
Tom shook his head. He smiled.
"There is nothing inside," he said. "Only stuffing. And love. My grandma said the stitch is a sign of love. She loves me and I love her. And I love my doll. Do you want to play with him?"
Sara nodded. She felt sorry. She wanted to be friends with Tom.
"OK," she said. "But can I play with your doll's hair?"
Tom laughed. He nodded.
"OK," he said. "But can I play with your doll's dress?"
They smiled. They opened the door and went to play. They shared their dolls and their stories. They learned to be kind and respectful. They became good friends.
