My mom is making a quilt.
She's using fabric from things she made in high school.
Cool.
She's also using fabric that I purchased.
To make things.
When I was in high school.
And she doesn't understand
why I keep asking her why she's using my fabric.
It's the same reason her mom didn't use her fabric to make a quilt.
Because one day
I want to make a quilt
using the fabric from things I made in high school.
But now it's all gone.
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