Twice a year my mom takes me shopping for clothes, once for my birthday in the summer and once around now for Christmas. We wander the department and each pick up a few things for me to try on and then I trudge to the dreaded dressing room to see what I can squeeze in to.
On Black Friday I happily skipped around the department selecting items in a smaller size and when I met up with my mother I found she had items TWO sizes smaller than what we bought in July. I was dubious. And scared. I didn't want to try something on that didn't fit yet.
She assured me she thought the things she picked would fit.
They did.
Seriously, I almost cried in the dressing room. Then I danced.
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