He never gave much thought to what he wanted to be when he grew up. While her friends dreamed of being famous dancers and marrying princes from distant lands, she was content to be a girl, more concerned with playing than wishing for the present. She knew that one day she would grow up like her parents did, and maybe she would become a mother, though she never imagined that the days and nights she spent playing in that dusty attic would eventually make her the world’s greatest designer. world famous. It didn’t occur to her that the old cobweb-covered box she found marked “women’s robes” would one day make her and her mother’s dreams come true.

She was like most girls when she was little, having tea with her dolls and playing dress up with her mother’s clothes and makeup. One of her mother’s favorite items to wear when she played in the attic where she kept her old clothes was an old worn robe that was in a box with many other women’s robes. In fact, the box was marked “women’s dresses.” She must have had a hundred dresses in the box, although only one had been worn, and that was the one she liked best. The dress was for a woman, not a girl, and it was pink with little roses engraved on the sleeves. It was at least 3 sizes too big for the girl when she started wearing it, although she didn’t mind one bit. The soft material felt good against her skin, and the scent of her mother’s favorite perfume still lingered after all those years in a box gathering dust in the attic. She would parade through the attic wearing that robe day after day, year after year throughout her childhood years. As the years passed and dating, proms and college applications replaced the days she used to spend playing in the attic in her mother’s robes like a queen in a palace. She occasionally thought of the fun she used to have, though her days of playing in that attic were over, and it was time to grow up and become someone.

After graduating from college, he couldn’t find the job he really wanted. A few years passed, she found work as a waitress and moved from town to town, looking for something, though she didn’t know what…yet. Then came the day that she received the call that would change her life. Her mother had died suddenly. Devastated and completely alone, the girl who was now a woman got on the first bus to her hometown. She came and spent time with her family, fondly remembering her mother. She was told a story about the time her mother designed a special gown and she traveled around trying to get stores to sell it to her, though none did. An aunt of the girls wondered aloud what had become of those robes.

When the services ended and the guest left, she found herself alone and missing her mother. She went upstairs to the attic and there was the dusty old box marked ‘robes for women’. She took the old robe out of the box and put it back on. She then she hit her, as if nothing had ever hit her before. She would make her mother’s dream hers. It didn’t take long for the contents of the dusty old box marked “women’s robes” to become best sellers in the city’s fanciest stores. However, there was a robe that she didn’t sell…and she still wears it every night, thinking of her mother.