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“How about this? Is this your style?”
Mom says raising up a dark beige colored bomber jacket that she took out. Her other hand has a black and white checked wool-blend coat that I am still confused about why she insisted on taking it. It’s too hot in the Philippines for me to wear a coat! I let out an awkward smile because I don’t know what to answer anymore.
She looks at me worriedly before handing both jackets to the saleslady. “We will take those as well.” She said, which made my jaw drop. She approached me before sitting in the empty seat next to me. “Are you not having fun, son?”
“It’s not like that m-mom,”
“I should have just pushed your brother to come. He knows more about men’s clothes than I do.” She exclaimed with a sad to
