Do you remember as a kid when Christmas was still 6 months away and you'd already given Santa, a.k.a your mum, your wish list. You would get so excited at just the thought of ripping open the wrapping paper to reveal Barbie's Dream House all pink and plastic and perfect. You would count down the days. the hours and the minutes until that blissful moment. Then when it finally arrives you race to the tree and begin tearing through presents, paper flying everywhere, your eyes searching, your heart waiting to feel the joy overwhelm you, only to discover that there is no Barbie's Dream House.....just disappointment. On a far less dramatic scale this was my experience at Ester.
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