The year 2005
“What do you want to do for your birthday?” Mum asked
“I want to go overseas to see Grandpa” my sister replied.
Turning 21 is a big deal in my culture. But when my sister turned 21, all she wanted to do, was go overseas and visit Grandpa.
Sadly, my Paternal Grandpa had passed away a few months earlier, so it was not a particularly joyous occasion for my sister.
Since his passing, my family were wearing black (as a sign of mourning), but my sister was allowed to wear colour on her special day! and it had to be white!
We spent a considerable amount of time looking for the perfect white coat.
We did eventually find it, at Bardot. The birthday coat was perfect and practical. The big pockets at the front was huge, jokingly I said “you can put your snotty tissues when you cry in those huge pockets”... needless to say, she did use those huge pockets... she wept throughout her entire blessing, so the pockets were indeed filled with wet tissues.
The coat was only worn one more time for a wedding. Never again after that.
A few years ago, whilst rummaging through my closet, I came across the Birthday Coat. I took it out and had it dry cleaned because it was so dirty! and it has been in my closet since.
When Mewmew put the coat online. One of my dear cousins took dibs on it straight away!
Upon inspecting it to finalise the sale, I discovered that there was a missing button. Instantly, I messaged my cousin to advise of the imperfection. She was adamant she still wanted it.
I sat and looked at the birthday coat, looked at the pocket with the missing button, knowing it broke from my sister opening and closing the pocket to stuff tissues she used to blow her nose and wipe her tears. I am not going to lie, I did contemplate texting my cousin to advise that the coat was no longer for sale.
However, I know that the Birthday Coat is going to a loving home, to be worn by a sweet natured girl, who will wear it with love.
The Birthday Coat is 15 years old and takes a little history, a time of sadness and celebration, a time of bitter sweet tears, may the coat make happy memories at its new home