January 22, 1999
When I was sixteen, my mom bought me a hair clip. Whenever my mom would buy me something, I usually didn’t like her choice. When she bought me that hair clip I told her I didn’t like it, and I was not going to wear it. Finally, the next day when I was getting ready to go school, I wore that clip and I liked it. When I arrived at school, my friends liked it too.
My mom bought me that hair clip at the age of sixteen. I am now eighteen and still often wear that hair clip. In those two years I didn’t find any other hair clip about which I could say, “this is my favorite hair clip”. I like the other hair clips too, but they are not my favorites. I think I am going to wear this hair clip until it breaks.
This hair clip always reminds me of my mom and how she is. I know that it is very little thing, but sometimes little things carry a greater meaning because of certain memories.
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