My parents recently purchased a new carriage. I know not the reason, as I saw nothing wrong with the old carriage, and I am not fond of change. My Dear Sister, however, was overjoyed by how "cool" the new carriage was, but I was unsure, and began crying only a few minutes into our initial tour.
I have since grown to appreciate the "van," as it is called, but it has not been easy. My biggest complaint is that I am no longer able to reach My Dear Sister's hand to hold quite as easily, but we still make it work.
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