when i was 15, i was in that phase where i would only wear the same string string bag for EVERYTHING.
as you might guess, the bag didnāt last long. it was falling apart maybe a month in. but i was a product of divorce and a single mom. i didnāt want to ask for anything. even when i KNEW we had the resources. i was fine using my backpack despite it being mostly duct tape.
eventually, my mom said something. some joke in passing and she mustāve seen it. she knew it was a tender spot. next time we went out, we went out to ross or tjmaxx, something of the like.
my mom is funny about finding big brands for good prices and she was excited when she found this bag. i didnāt care about the name and frankly the color wasnāt what i was big on at the time. but she was so excited about it, i couldnāt refuse.
iām 23 now. this bag has come nearly everywhere with me. it survived 9th grade and the horrors that come with catty friends. it went through all of high school, every football game, every broken heart, all of my jobs. it even survived esthetics school.
this bad that i got because my mom was excited about has become one of my most prized possessions and today it came to my first job in my field of work.