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Old enough now to help her mother in the shop, she was coming of age soon and most of the girl’s her age had Quinceañera’s by this point. She was wearing her new boots that her mama had made her, clicking the heels like in a book she once read. Sitting back on the stool, happy that at least she got to enjoy her time in the shop today and tomorrow she could do whatever she wanted. Slacking when it came to work, tightening the gloves around cold fingers and waiting patiently for the day to be over. It just couldn’t come FAST enough. She’d hum but covered it up by coughing and clearing her throat before standing, brushing off the front of her dress.
“ Mama, I’m going to walk around to fit in my new boots, do you want anything from in town?” Her braids were fixed, tugging on the ribbon at the bottom while she asked. ( a habit she did when she was lying so she was never good at telling a fib. )