Girl of the blue collar

I still remember that strange gathering of our relatives at our house on the day my father and mother went to receive my sister from the city police station. They all came to our house early in the morning of that day to see the newborn, and they gathered around the TV screen listening to a young female announcer reading a long list of names... until my father and mother returned, and they cheered when that announcer mentioned my sister's name. I asked my aunt in surprise about what was happening: - Did you all gather like this on the day my father and mother went to pick me up from the city? She said: - No, your father and mother didn't go to the city to receive you at all. You're like the other children of the village... your parents picked you up from the local village police station. But with Susan, the situation is a bit different; she has a blue collar. Before she sighed and added in a distracted tone: - God sent that girl to our family at exactly the right time.