If My Denim Jacket Could Talk

It would say “Take me home”

Photo by kemal alkan on Unsplash

I was born in a factory in the United Arab Emirates where a group of women sewed me together at record speed. They sized me perfectly and slapped a tiny label that read “S” for small. I had several brothers and sisters who were of different sizes. We didn’t have a name for the longest time and one day all of us were lined up and given a name. They named us “GAP”…