Look, I know you’re in a retreat and everything, but do you have any idea how sad it is to go shopping–specially for mother–alone? I was singing to Taylor Swift and laughing at private jokes, and I’m not even sure nobody noticed. I looked like a crazy person smirking and humming like an idiot.
Anyway, I managed to find a dress and a sweater that will hopefully fit and she will not hate. And just so you know, there’s a frickin’ line outside of All Flip Flops (like the one I only ever saw in Louis Vuitton in Hong Kong, can you believe it?), so it’s going to be a non-Havs birthday for mother. She’ll deal with it. It will have to wait for Christmas.
P.S. It will be really nice if you’d reply to my texts. Thank you.