My abortion finally, after 5 years, made me an offer. I choose clothes with my mom. The problem is that the figure is slim, and the 4th size of the chest - not all models fit, and those that fit are not very seated. Overall, I watched just a couple of dresses out of 40 overmeasured. I go home and cook a sad dinner. My grandson approaches two meters from the back, hugs and asks:

Why is it so sad, my sun?
I: Yes, so and so, I can’t pick up a dress from behind my chest that I like.
He said, “You are on your chest. Without her, you’t have been here!