I arrived at India. Hahaha, this is the country when my cotton was grown. I am back to my homeland, I thought.

I was taken to a market. I was sold again. For how much do you think? Yeah, only for 250 rupees! Because I was a second-hand t-shirt. Someone already used me. It is not true, I wanted to tell to the salesman. The English guy bought me, but never wore. But I couldn't speak.

Never mind, my new master, the young boy loves me. Even if I am old and worn-out, he wears me everyday.

If only he washed me more often! I don't like when I am dirty. I am fine without ironing. I can be washed in a washing machine. I know, because I have a label.

The label reads: wash in 40 degree water, do not use bleach, you can iron with hot iron, and you can do dry cleaning on me, too. I was never dry-cleaned, I don't know much about it.

I hope the boy will wear me for a long time.