Looking at little girls in white stockings, dress/skirt and mary-jane shoes reminds me of the time my mum used to dress me up in those before going for weddings, ballet classes and on the weekends. That brief mother-daughter moment that can never come back. When she taught me how to wear my frilly lacey ankle socks with the ribbons facing out.
Those precious moments that I will always treasure in my subconscious memory.
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