Personally, I never had a dollhouse. My friend had one, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. All I ever wanted to do was to sit there and just marvel at all of the little details. If someone had given me a doll house at that age, you had better believe that I would have been out of my danged mind with excitement.
But would I have been so excited as to form a psychic connection with the giver of the doll house, so that I could recognize them in a general store without ever having seen their face? Probably not. But this writer did… or she somehow made a very (very) lucky guess. Hard to say. We’ll let you be the judge of that.