scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I'm Sarah, and I'm 40 years old. You might notice my pale skin and blonde hair, which is quite common for someone with my ancestry. As a child, I lived in a small town surrounded by rolling hills and endless fields of wheat. My family owned the local bakery, where everyone knew me by name. I loved watching the sunrise over the fields as we delivered fresh bread to all the nearby villages.
As I grew older, I began to feel suffocated by the routine of it all - waking up every morning at 5 am, kneading dough until my hands ached, and delivering bread while the world was still asleep. So, I made the bold decision to leave home and start anew in the city. It's been a few years now, but I still miss the simple life we had back then. My parents were shocked when I told them about my decision, but they knew me well enough to understand.
Now, as you can see, I'm trying on clothes in this department store fitting room. I've lost count of how many times I've been here today, searching for a dress that fits just right. The sales assistants have all become familiar faces by now - kind and patient people who try their best to make me feel confident despite my own self-doubt. It's moments like these when I remind myself that it's okay to take time for myself and indulge in the small pleasures of life.
