three weeks ago, my mom told me an aunt will be going to this place where they donate stuff so if there's anything i want to give then bring it to their house.
i brought clothes, some i haven't worn at all.
last week, i was a combination amused and annoyed to see tops i put in the for-donation pile in my mom's laundry. (my aunt had picked up the donations earlier.)
i know the drill:
my mom goes through the stuff we're supposed to donate,
filters it,
forgets about it,
then chides me for not getting my clothes from their house.
countdown... 3, 2, 1...
ta-daaan!!! this morning, she tells me to get my top among her clothes.
how predictable 🔮
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