“Mother, I still don’t understand why I couldn’t just buy a new dress like the other girls!” hollered Abby from the sewing room. She soon walked into the dining room. “Mother, really, look at this dress,” continued she.
Upon there, Mother closed the magazine and placed it away in the corner of the counter. “What’s the matter with it?” asked she. “It looks fine. I spent much time and effort on it. Look at that embroidery; it’s magnificent. The dress is beautiful, Abby, and you should be thankful I was able to get that material for it and make it in time.”
“It is pretty, but it’s not like those dresses the Montgomery sisters wear,” Abby replied in a tone of disappointment.
“I thought it was the dress we agreed upon,” said Mother.
“You know I preferred to buy a dress,” Abby responded. “The Montgomery sisters buy their dresses from boutique shops, including from places all the way in Paris,” she continued.
Mother sighed. “That dress will do. You look beautiful,” she concluded.
Abby, still frustrated, walked towards me. Talking low and with a puzzled look upon her face she now asked me, “What do you think of this dress, Lina?”
“I think it looks lovely,” I answered her.
“Oh, you always say that. I don’t know why I even bother asking you. You’re happy with wearing any old dress that fits you.”
“Well, yes. I like comfortable clothing, and sometimes I do make a few changes to them,” I replied to her. “Why is that a problem?”
She only gave me a look of annoyance and then walked away, leaving the dining room and returning to the sewing room.
The dress was, in fact, beautiful, and it contrasted well with her dark brunette hair. As for me, I hardly ever considered my hair color when selecting a garment. Comfort, when wearing any attire, was my priority, especially in regards to my freedom of movement and the temperature.
I heard the front door of the house open and then close. My brothers soon walked into the dining room. “When are we leaving, Mother?” asked William.
“Just as soon as your father is ready to go,” replied she.
“Oh, he’s still talking to Granma and Granpa,” replied William.
“Do we get to make colored sand items like we did last year, Mother?” asked Robert with excited anticipation.
“If that booth is there, then yes. I don’t see why not,” replied she.
“I won the racing competition last year, remember, Mother?” asked William.