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🚨 My mum wore the same old coat for five winters. I saw it every day, but stayed quiet: I knew she’d never buy a new one for herself. That night, everything changed... 😭💔 Check the comments👇 My name is Chloe Thomas. I’m 29 years old. I live in London. For six years now, I’ve been working as a sales assistant in a high-street clothing store in a massive shopping centre. Six years of identical rails. The same smell of new clothes. The same customers who don't even bother looking at the price tag. A jacket for £250. I fold it, hang it up, and smile. £250 is nearly a seventh of my monthly wage, which is £1,800. We were never starving, let me make that clear. My mum always managed to keep food on the table, but we were living constantly on the edge, counting every single penny just to make ends meet at the end of the month. No luxuries, no room for error in the budget. But sometimes, even when you have enough to survive, you just want something more. You want to stop feeling guilty for bu
