Socks

I suddenly remembered a pair of socks that I used to particularly like.

The sock was a pair of cotton mid-calf socks with a pattern split vertically down the middle, with stripes on the left and stars on the right.

So if I turned sideways to someone while wearing those socks, all they saw was that my two socks were different.

One day in junior high school, a classmate suddenly pointed out that l had the wrong socks on.

I turned around to face her squarely, and we both looked at each other and laughed.

I think these socks have been waiting for this moment since the day they were born.