I rummaged in my parents' storage two years ago and it became clear that my dad had kept and stored a batch of clothes that I wore at various stages of my life. From birth to the end of primary school. I went through these clothes and tried to figure out what they meant to me at this time. Then I found pictures in my parents' photo albums where you can see a small version of me wearing these same clothes. I paired the clothes to the pictures.

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I often find clothes play a strange role in our lives. Many garments have more impressive stories than fictional characters, and I find that interesting. I wonder how many garments lie in boxes for years and no one touches or sees? Clothes that lie and wait - lose their purpose over the years. Would these garments be better off with others? Follow a life that ignites life. Are these clothes that my dad kept waiting for me to dress offspring? And if so ... what if I do not extend life on this earth into the woes of mankind - the man-made catastrophic warming? What is Dad doing? What am I doing?

Dad kept these little clothes, but due to climate anxiety, I wear my boyfriend's confirmation pants and underwear that I was wearing myself. What do I do with old clothes that I do not seem to be able to let go of?