By Kelly Hashway
Amara clicked pause on the video and ran to the craft drawer in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Amelia asked her.
“I need supplies to make this doll tree house I saw online,” Amara said, digging through the drawer and taking out the glue stick, scissors, ribbon, and popsicle sticks.
“You’re making a tree house for your dolls?” Amelia asked.
“Yeah, there’s a step-by-step tutorial online. It shouldn’t be too hard to do.” Amara took her supplies and headed back to the computer in the living room. She pressed play on the video and tried to keep up with the woman on the screen as she assembled the tree house.
Amelia watched over Amara’s shoulder. “This looks pretty tough, Amara. Don’t be upset if your tree house doesn’t come out exactly like that one.”
“Why wouldn’t it? I’m following the directions.” Amara kept working. “Okay. Let me know if you want any help.”
“I’ve got this,” Amara insisted.
Amelia shrugged and left the room.
Two hours later, Amara stared at her tree house. “I don’t get it.” “What?” Amelia asked, walking back into the living room.