Chapter 5:- The Last Dream:

I was - what people would call - the typical Doll.
The perfect Doll that would nearly always listen to her parents.

The perfect Doll that acted like her parents wanted.
...That had hobbies her parents wanted, outwardly at the very least.

It was true that she had her own secrets.
Her own secret life.

"Why?" Mother asked, her voice trailing off.
It was clear that she wanted to know why I would want to leave.

That she couldn't accept the fact that her Doll daughter wanted to leave.

...

"It's been my dream since I was 15."

And I'm now 22...Pathetic, ain't I?