Chapter 23: Two Worlds on the Clothes Rack

The folding clothes rack on the balcony is already too small.

Hanging on the left were her newly bought white crew-neck T-shirt and light gray V-neck shirt. After washing, the cotton fabric had shrunk slightly, and the neckline and shoulder line were tighter than when I saw them in the store yesterday. On the right hung her old bright red cotton-linen shirt and emerald green floral cardigan. The pilling fabric swayed in the evening breeze, and placed next to the two new items, it looked like a Uniqlo had suddenly opened next to a vegetable stall in a market. Sandwiched…