Being Known

My daughter arrived at our place recently with some clothes for me. A friend of hers had passed on some near new clothes and from that collection she had selected three tunic tops that she thought would be right for me. Each one fit perfectly and each one was just right colour wise. In fact, as I wore these outfits over the following weeks I got more comments about how nice I looked in them than I had about anything I had bought myself recently! That was a little depressing! Getting free clothes was nice; receiving compliments was nice but what really made an impression on me was the fact that my daughter knew me well enough to recognise that those clothes would suit me well.

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