uniforms, readily placed by our mother’s touch of love. I step out to our living room to dress as my sister dresses comfortably in the privacy of our room. Being a boy I had to wear a white collared t-shirt, dark blue slacks, and black shoes. For the girls, the only difference was that instead of pants, they were to wear a respectfully long dark blue high waisted skirt and long black socks along with their black shoes. My sister and I were as ready as any other day. Breakfast was wholesome and happy…
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