You took me to go out shopping and made me try clothes on that were not my style.
In exchange for all of my baggy sweatshirts, you had me choose plenty of blouses and other casual tops.
I felt uncomfortably exposed and I didn't like the firmness of the clothing that was wrapped around my bare skin.
Most fabrics were rough, and most were cool and silky.
I was tempted to tell you that I disliked changing my style, but you went out of your way to treat me.
I decided that it would have been best for me to keep quiet, just to see that warm smile appear on your face.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
