These confessions are very helpful, I'll be honest. I thought of another time I was selfish, but it was a secret. I never ever told anyone this. But when I was younger, with a single mom, typical latch key kid, I loved dolls. Especially Barbie. still do. We couldn't afford a doll

house, nevermind THE Barbie Dream House with elevator, slide and hot tub. So I selfish made my own out of shoe boxes and other random cardboard boxes in the house. I would draw on the windows and the furniture if I didn't have any to actually use. So I would draw a dresser on

the "wall" of the room. Anyway, I was selfish once when I saw a family member of mine (much much older) making a custom doll house for his wife (also, much much older than me, like a grown adult). It wasn't Barbie size. It was a beautiful doll house though. And selfishly...

I wanted that doll house. Or wanted to be pitied for being poor with my cardboard doll house, that someone would make me one. Selfishly I thought that would make me happy. But it never happened. And I never told anyone about it. Because I know it was wrong of me.

To be a child, who selfishly coveted a grown woman's doll house she furnished with tiny little furniture she bought specifically for her doll house that no one was allowed to play with. And for that, I should atone.