Publisher's Synopsis
As a little girl my doll was my bestfriend. Her name was Crissy. My rat was named Sam. I was always looking for friends, but they were not looking for me.
Hi my name is Lyza. I am Five years old. I have a doll name Crissy and a friend name millie. I talk to my doll and make her clothes. I play with her and she loves me. When Millie comes over we play with her together. At dark Millie has to go home. Millies mom ask her what did you do at Lyza's house today. Millie said let me think.
