|Yes, that's an e-cig. Yes, I want her outfit.|
I used to go shopping abroad, ‘buy and sell’ apparel and accessories as a side job, and also buy me shoes, bags, jewelry and dresses of course. My girls were still young then, not fashion conscious yet, except for Jan. When she was seven, she would stare at my closet and say, “Mom, when you die, I will get to own all these clothes huh?” “Of course”, I said, “It will all be yours.”
I cherish those memories, a few of those precious moments when she complained, “Mom, it’s too tight!” and her face looks like this ¦¬( [see bottom right picture above]
Now she is 25 and married...
Nothing has changed except for the distance [that's less than 30 miles!]. For me the heart knows no distance. We conquer the choppiest lines ever, talk as if there’s no tomorrow as well as get mad when somebody fails to pick up a call or reply to text or is nonresponsive. We call each other for urgent reasons like what color we like or what size would we order or if one has a promo or gift card for this and that or for any urgent nothings. Everything is urgent when it comes to the one you loved most.