I was reading a book with short stories in it. One of it is as above title.
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My Brother in law opened the bottom drawer of his sister's wardrobe and lifted a tissue wrapped package. "This", he said, "this is not a slip. This is lingerie". He discarded the tissue and handed me the lingerie. It was exquisite, silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb lace. The price tag was still attached. "Jen bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 to 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion. He took the lingerie from me and put it on the bed with other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hand lingered on the soft material for a moment and turned to me.
"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Everyday you're alive is a special occasion."
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My Brother in law opened the bottom drawer of his sister's wardrobe and lifted a tissue wrapped package. "This", he said, "this is not a slip. This is lingerie". He discarded the tissue and handed me the lingerie. It was exquisite, silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb lace. The price tag was still attached. "Jen bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 to 9 years ago. She never wore it. She was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is the occasion. He took the lingerie from me and put it on the bed with other clothes we were taking to the mortician. His hand lingered on the soft material for a moment and turned to me.
"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Everyday you're alive is a special occasion."
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