“What happened to your uniform?” That has been a question I’ve been hearing since that morning. For all I thought, my uniform has a stain so I kept on waving them off and said, “Probably from something I leaned on this morning.” It became more of a routine until a stranger approached me and told me my uniform was ripped at the side. It was a little rip but it sort of showed the strap of my bra.
As a cure, I kept it close with a safety pin until I got home.
This is an entry for a DDH challenge.