Everyone loved Cinderella（灰姑娘），but

Everyone loved Cinderella（灰姑娘），but I loved her ugly stepsister.The sidewalk was filled with shoppers as my mother and I hurried to the department store. I raised my neck for a look at the holiday window display, but at the age of six I was too small to see around the grown­ups with their winter coats and packages. When at last we reached the store, I stood with my eyes widened.“Look，Mother，” I shouted, pressing my hands against the glass，“Cinderella.”Before my eyes was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen! She wore a fairy princess suit made of shining red silk. I knew if I lifted her skirt I would find her crystal (水晶) shoes. The tiny tiara (冠状头饰) fastened to her silky golden hair shone.“If only she were mine，”I dreamed.“We'd have tea parties, share secrets and dance with a handsome prince.”But to my disappointment, my mother guided me away from the window, explaining that she and my father could not afford such an expensive doll.“But there will be a very special gift under the tree for you on Christmas morning, Madge，” she said.“I promise.”Later that week I leaned against Mother's sewing machine, watching the needle flash up and down.“Bet you don't know what this is！”she joked, holding up the cloth for me to see.“My Christmas doll！” I yelled. It was still in the early stages but I could make out the head, neck and body.“So much to my surprise！”Mother laughed as I danced around the room, already pretending Cinderella and I were at the ball. It wouldn't be long now.My excitement grew with each passing day. Mother continued to work on the doll, and whenever I walked into the room she would hide it under a pillow. I could tell by her smile she was pleased with her progress. On Christmas morning I jumped out of bed, ran down the hall and quickly arrived at the living room where the Christmas tree was placed.Paragraph 1:There, underneath the tree, was a beautifully packed gift box.