When I was 14 years old, my grandmother gave me chopsticks. Two years later, I gave them to my younger sister. When my sister was studying at school, she gave her wickets to a friend. I am now 34 years old. My husband recently brought me my puddles. She says that the mother at work was given by some employee, she was small, and the mother-in-law immediately realized that they were on my hand. These are the same, furry and old gloves that my grandmother wore when she was still alive.