"It's old," Maya said, sighing. She didn't understand why her mother was handing an old and battered dress to her.
"It's vintage," her mother said. "It's from the time when everything was of high quality, the time when people weren't used to taking shortcuts, and when they didn't make substandard things. You won't find silk like this anywhere nowadays."
"I don't even like this color," she complained. "I don't want to wear your old dress. Why do I have to, anyway?"
"Don't be absurd." Her mother waved a hand in dismissal. "You must wear this to the dinner tomorrow. All my friends will be there, and this dress will make you stand out."
"Mother, I don't want to hang out with your friends. Vintage is not my style," she said, storming out of the room.
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Slice of Life: Friends
Teen FictionLike any other relationship, we build a friendship on love, honesty, loyalty, and willingness to communicate openly. If any of these ingredients is missing, it will crumble like a house of cards. Unfortunately, people don't always understand this. W...
