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My Mom's Dior
I remember that purse perfectly when it arrived. My mother was happy coming back from a New York trip. It’s been a year since she bought that purse. I remember the story behind it. My mom went in and looked at it and told her friend to get it but she did not like it, then my dad arrived after sometime and saw it too, and ask her if she wanted the purse but she said she did not want to waste that money because she did not need the purse. My father insisted to her since they both liked it and told her it was an anniversary gift. At the end, they bought the purse. My mom wanted to do an unboxing video like a female Youtuber in her channel. We did not let her. When she opened the box, I saw the big and beautiful purse made of snake leather colored with a chrome paint in the sides, a dark purple leather on the front and back and a light purple on the inside. It had a key chain of 4 letters D, I, O, R. I don’t know if she likes that purse or if she’s only taking care of it, but I don’t see her using it that much. The beautiful purse is just stored with the other purses. Oh, but when it was new, she wanted to go out almost every night with my father just to use that purse and I was there to help here with the outfit to match the purse. “Am I too obsessed about this purse?” She would ask me, and in fact I did believe she was obsessed, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. Poor purse just hanging with the other purses waiting for my mom to comeback and use her again. My mom stored her wallet, keys, phone, my father’s phone, my father’s wallet in the beautiful purse. I wish, I could see that purse go out again just like when the purse was new. Such a beautiful purse to just rest in a coat hanger.
