I overheard my 3rd daughter talking to her imaginary friend. The conversation goes like this( after translation..:-) ) :

fren: Wahhh... you have such a cool dress , where did you buy it?
dotter: My mummy made it for me...
fren: you sure... its beautiful..can your mummy made such a beautiful dress?
dotter: sure my mummy can make many many pretty stuffs...
fren: wah... your mummy best la...
and the conversation goes on.....bla bla ...

i remember those old days when mummy's handmade was the 2nd class item. you will never wear or use your mummy's handmade with pride. i still remember i always hide the pencil case my mum made for me when i was like standard 2 or 3...i would never put it on the table... i would just take out all things that i need and hide it inside my drawer.but nowadays..handmades are treasures and we start to look at it preciously ...
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