Carries Playhouse [ Trusted — CHOICE ]

On sunny mornings, it was a bakery. She’d sneak sugar cookies from the kitchen and arrange them on a leaf platter. She’d serve mud pies with dandelion sprinkles to her stuffed rabbit, Mr. Puddles, who was, of course, the mayor of a nearby town.

The willow leaves rustled. An owl called somewhere in the distance. carries playhouse

Her mother’s smile was gentle but tired. “The new yard doesn’t have a shed, sweetie. But you’ll have a bigger room. You can paint it any color you want.” On sunny mornings, it was a bakery

Carrie didn’t answer. She slipped off her chair, walked across the grass, and climbed into the playhouse. She sat on the velvet cushion, hugged her knees, and did not cry. Not yet. On sunny mornings