Blue Folding ironing board, folded haphazardly
against the wall. I would leave for the banquet soon. I needed my red dress
shirt.Mom scurried downstairs with that oversized red shirt, popped open the
ironing board, heated up the iron, and got to work.
“Anyone
else need something ironed while I’m down here?” she would yell up the stairs,
but no one ever responded. Dad kept on his ‘Red Nose Run’ t-shirt and pulled a
burgundy sweater over top. Kayla would put on all her makeup at once, and Mom
would where black dress pants and a work shirt.
She
finished spraying the shirt with the purple and clear water bottle.
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