I quietly walk behind Grandma as she enters the grand hall, many thoughts swing in my head as I follow her, as I enter the hall I am surprised, everyone is present,
The three princesses Sharon, Molina, and Shelly with princesses from other tribes. And other women I'm yet to identify.
"Sweetheart, Nancy," my dear grandmother beckons me with a gentle whisper, her smile radiating warmth as she delicately presents a piece of fabric adorned with a shimmering shade of pink and sparkling embellishments.
"Please, feel free to choose as many as you desire." I eagerly approach her, intrigued by the curious invitation. Meanwhile, the other princesses around us respectfully lower their heads, acknowledging our exchange. "May I inquire as to the occasion, grandmother?" I inquire, keen to understand the context of this special moment.
