It was the last days of 2002. Since there was not much to do outside in the cold of December in the city where we live, we went to the shopping center and looked at the decorated windows for the new year. I saw this skirt as I wandered around in a store that sold women's clothes, trying to attract my mother more.
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Until then, I wouldn't have guessed that I would love a skirt so much. I called my parents right away. They seemed unaffected. Mom, it's not even a fabric, it's like a bag. It doesn't matter much, she said, let's get something nicer like her. Daddy Would you like to wear it? He said if you're going to wear it. My answer was ready. I like it, I wear it. Let.
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It's been 14 years since you took this skirt. Almost half my life. I noticed that when I was looking at the old pictures the other day, there was this skirt on me in summer, at work, on vacation, at my friend's sight, at the picnic where a skirt could be worn or maybe not worn. I still wear at least two days a week. No other skirts? Or do I really love this skirt? Actually both!
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