Miss Emily Loved Being a Mother

Miss emily loved being a mother, and now i was one of hers. That week end she took me shopping for clothes, just us girls. She told me that since her son worked in an office, she didn't want me to feel out of place. I would never these things for myself. We had been at the clothing store for several hours,. undressing and dressing me., changing our minds before deciding. All that sifting, trying, directing, imagining was a lot of work. Suddenly, what had been her sweet, warm voice turned hoarse and cold. She became frazzled, asking me to do something, anything really, to clean the house.