Nancy always said she was like my sister. When I asked her about her real sister, she fell silent. I later learned that her sister had died in a car accident while saving her. Her parents, having a new baby, didn’t want her anymore and had brought her to the city and left her at the foster home.
I once asked Nancy if she ever wanted to find her parents. She said that once they abandoned her, they were no longer her parents.
So, we grew up depending on each other, becoming each other’s only family.
Now, Nancy was thrilled. “Kimberly, I still can’t believe I’m in a Maserati worth millions!”
“I never imagined this would happen.”
“How many handbags do you plan to buy, Kimberly?”
How many? I looked at my excited friend. I wasn’t planning on just a few bags. “You’ll see when we get there.”
Since Nancy loved handbags, I decided to take her to the store and let her stock up.
As soon as we walked into the store, the sales associate at the handbag counter greeted us with a bright smile. “Hi there! Can I help you with anything today?”
Her friendly attitude made me think of the surly salespeople at the previous store. Clearly, not everyone is the same.