Yesterday, I realized that I was wearing my last pair of clean socks. Now, my mam� here does laundry pretty much every day, so I get clothes back about 2 days after I put them in the laundry. And I brought at least 7 pairs of socks to Spain. So where were my socks?? I thought that perhaps my mam� had accidentally given them to my sister. So I (feeling slightly guilty) went into her room to look for my socks. I opened every drawer and every closet, but couldn’t find even one pair of socks. Maybe she doesn’t wear socks. Maybe it’s a Spanish fashion thing that I hadn’t discovered yet. But I still like socks. And I wanted mine back.
So when my mam� got home, I asked her if she had possibly given my socks to Mar�a Jes�s. So the two of us went back to my sister’s room, in search of socks. Once again, we opened every drawer and every closet, but still, no socks. Finally Pepita says “�Aja!” and pulls out of a closet a little trash can. Which is, conveniently, full of socks. And, what do you know, there were one, two, thre… six pairs of my socks. And now my socks are, once again, happily resting in the little drawer in the corner of my room. And I’m wearing a pair right now. Mmmm, socks.
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