A Coat for Nickie

A Coat for Nickie

When I was in about third grade, my mother sewed this coat for me. Of course, it was nothing like what the other kids were wearing in 1971, so I hated it, thinking I looked like a european refugee child from WWII. My mother had it packed away somewhere and I discovered it when we moved her to a care facility. I found it again recently while going through things for donation.

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