My Bin of Hmong Clothes

For the pass 15 years, my mother has been slowly adding to my collection of Hmong clothes.  Not just mine, but all of my sisters as well.
Some outfits, she bought and some she has sewn with her hands.  Typically, she would dress my sisters and I in the outfits, and afterwards, we would give it back to her to store for us until the upcoming Hmong new year.  Half way through 2016, she bought bins and put all our outfits into the bins and said we were to keep the Hmong outfits ourselves.
I didn't think much of it.  I moved into my home, and placed the bin in my closet.  Come Christmas, and the ladies at church suggested we wear a Hmong outfit to church.  I dust the lid of my bin and opened to find two outfits I didn't know my mother had placed inside.  Two outfits that I either forgot I had, or maybe my mother never mentioned to me before.
Most girls only have one Hmong outfit from their mother.  And here I was, with seven.  I suddenly felt the love my mother has for me.  Sure, we some times hug, and from time to time, she'll ask if I'm doing okay.  We are not very vocal or affectionate kind of family, but as I went through my bin with admiration, I knew my mother love us.
Maybe before the year is up, I'll dress up and post up the outfits my mom has worked so hard in gifting me.