When I was in primary school my mum had a breakdown and we ended up leaving my dad and moving into a women's shelter. I used to see my dad once a week and, on my birthday, he bought me the new peaches and cream barbie which I loved and never put it down for months. Luckily, my mum got help and moved back in with my dad. Unfortunately, while moving I lost it. I cried for months, and we could not afford to replace it. I told my friends this a few years ago and they put their money together and bought me one. When I told my dad he cried, and he could not believe I remembered, as it cost him his whole week's wages and he hardly ate anything that week to buy it for me.