SITA
My leg no longer hurt. The medication prescribed by the white doctor did the magic, but this time around, I was careful with what I wore. I chose a flat sandal, and instead of wearing a gown, I chose a pair of silk pants and a silk blouse, with a very long silk jacket.
The clothes had tiny flower patterns that made them beautiful, but it wasn’t anything like what Chinese actors wore in Chinese movies. The sandal I chose was a marching color, suiting the clothes I chose.
“You will need a handbag, ma’am.” Said my handmaiden. She was always there in my room whenever I was up for an occasion that would have big wigs partaking. I allowed that because of her fashion sense which ends up in the public as mine.
“Which one do you choose for me?” I asked.
She went to my wardrobe
