Omg. I remember my mother and brother looking at me and snickering while i was playing with my Tiny Tears doll, which i had wanted so badly, and my brother saying, "look, she thinks its real." I was so - idk, hurt? - that i threw the doll down away from me. The experience of playing with the doll was spoiled for me, but young as i was, i could also comprehend their meanness and intent and jealousy. Now i still say, what else do i have to give up, how poor and unforunate do i have to be, for someone not to be jealous of what i have and so able to just like me? Its not a valid equation i dont think.