In an attempt to shape up his daughter he bought her a doll house, Rey Tosim, father of the month, he picked up the phone from the receiver to talk, to the host from the ad in the post, this comes as a warning, then the line was cut without warning, outside it was snowing, in pants that are soaking Rebecca trudges through it into the path home, her father wasn't still on the phone, c'mon now, take off all your clothes, as a puddle began to form on the floor in front of the door, it was to no fault of his own but when Rebecca was nine years old is when the incident first occurred, now she is twelve and her mother is with us no more, Rey flashes back to the same age and thinks oh my, how the tables have turned, the tile was cold, as he thinks about his only child grown and on their own every day at school is a concern, her blonde hair bounces as she runs to the next room over it was in that moment he couldn’t help but to remember how her eyes had gleamed over with glee, hunched over holding scissors, the life insurance investigation wasn't a cake walk but once we were paid up it was time for a talk, the folds in the corner of her mouth would vanish whenever a subject arose that was morbid, if you have an open wound you better close it, or cover it with a bandage at the very least, she caught a glimpse of the miniature figures and the furnishings with them that would go in the equally as small building her dad bought, smalls eyes darted back and forth keeping focus on the girl but no one seemed to notice, she looked at her dad and said, what am I supposed to do with this? And that was it, a gift to forget, and when morning dawned upon us where the doll house laid last evening was where it still sits…