She had a LOT of needs. You had to manually put her to sleep, regularly feed her from this magic milk bottle that came with her, and make sure you were keeping her very still when she was sleeping or she’d wake up and start crying and then you’d have to pat her back long enough to make her stop crying. These are just the basic, everyday ones. There were more needs I can’t recall.

Playing with her was a full-time job. I absolutely loved it though because I’d feel like such a mom. I would quite literally imagine myself as my mom and pretend-talk to my aunt, too. My favorite scenario would be going shopping with Chou Chou and then acting like I was super overworked because of her million needs.

I don’t know if it was because it catered to my maternal instinct or the feminine urge to be exactly like your mom, but I really loved her.

I’m weirded out by myself when I think about it now, though. – Dua Rashid