My dad and I went out early in the morning to get some breakfast since it was just him and me who didn't have things to do for that day. On to what I wore. I picked up the top my mom used to wear when she was in her teens and matched it with the skirt my Lala Ester wore years and years ago. They aren't exactly the hand me downs our moms or grandmoms pass on to us voluntarily. They're the kinds that I took out of the closets because I felt how sad they have been for being unnoticed by their respective owners for years. That's how good a researcher I am, I see things that are in the deepest recesses of the piles of clothes. Or maybe I'm just trying to reason out the fact that I took them without my mom and my lala knowing. Harhar!