My beautiful Jam

It was about 10am when the man from the freight company came to my house to pick-up the package for my family. The package content of clothes and stuff of my nieces and nephews and off course a variety of imported goods. I knew they are waiting for that package long time ago especially my favorite niece because she’s very excited about the dress I bought for her. When I called her, I heard the thrill in her voice, that funky Jamille the last time I saw her when she was only 12 years shes still daggy and childish but now every time I saw her picture on friendster account I mesmerized her transformation, I remember her saying that she wanted to follow the style of Avril Lavigne. I could see a picture of myself to jamille, when I was a teenager I envy my friends who always have a nice new pair of clothes, branded clothes and stuff was just a dream for me, but because of hardship, my parents couldn’t afford to buy a nice clothes for us, and that’s when I started dreaming of changing of course of faith. Well that time was lost already, although now I can afford to buy a nice pair of clothes and branded stuff but the stage of excitement is different when I was a teenager but for Jam…… shes just starting.