Robes For Women

She never wave much thought to what she wanted to be when she grew up. While her friends dreamed of being famous ballerinas and marrying princesses of faraway lands, she was content with being a child, more concerned with playing than wishing the present away. She knew someday she would grow up like her parents did, and maybe become a mother herself, though she never fathomed that the days and nights she spent playing in that dusty attic would ever make her the most famous designer in the world. It did not happen to her that the old box cover in cobwebs she found marked "robes for women," would someday make her and her mother's dreams come true.

She was like most little girls when she was growing up, tea parties with her dolls and playing dress up in her mother's clothes and makeup. One of her favorite items of her mother's to wear when playing in the attic where her old clothes were kept, was an old worn out robe that was in a box with many other robes for women. In fact the box was marked "robes for women." The must have been one hundred rods in the box, though only one had been worn, and that was the one she liked best. The robe was for a women not a girl, and was pink in color with little roses embossed on the sleeves. It was at least 3 sizes too big for the little girl when she started wearing it, though it did not bother her a bit. The soft material felt good against her skin, and the smell of her mother's favorite perfume still lingered after all of those years in a box collecting dust in the attic. She would parade around the attic wearing that robe day after day, year after year through her childhood years. As the years passed and dates with boys, dances, and college applications replaced the days she used spend playing in the attic wearing her mother's robe like a queen in a palace. From time to time she thought about the fun she used to have, though her days of playing in that attic were over, and it was time to grow up and become somebody.

After graduating college she was unable to find a job she really wanted. A few years passed, she found work as a waitress and moved from town to town, looking for something, though she did not know what .. yet. Then came the day she got the call that would change her life. Her mother had passed away suddenly. Devastated and all alone, the little girl who was now a women got on the first bus headed towards her home town. She arrived and spent time with the family, fondly remembering her mother. She was told a story about the time her mother designed a special robe and traveled around trying to get stores to sell it for her, though none ever did. An aunt of the girls wondered out loud what had become of those robes.

When the services were over and the guest gone, she found herself all alone and missing her mother. She climbed the stairs to the attic and there was the old dusty box marked "robes for women." She dropped the old robe out of the box and put it once again. Then it hit her, like nothing had ever hit her before. She would make her mother's dream her own. It did not take long for the contents of the dusty old box marked " robes for women ," to become the hottest sellers in the most fancy stores in town. There was one robe she did not sell though … and she still wears it every night, thinking of her mother.

Source by Ahmad Raza Khan Bhatti

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