Here's the Polish version:

For twenty years, I worked in healthcare, caring for people during the most difficult and important times of their lives. It was work that mattered—but night after night, it drained me.

I was born in Krakow, and through all those years, I carried one dream: my own clothing store. One evening, after another long night, I looked at my husband. He said nothing. He didn't have to.

I handed in my notice. And a few years ago, I finally opened the doors to my own shop, right here in the city where I was born.

Now, it's time to retire. Not because anything went wrong. But because something went beautifully right—and I'm wise enough to know when a story reaches its end.

I am passing the baton to my daughter, so she can continue to grow this same dream in her own way. And I finally get the time to stop, to practice my faith, to breathe.

This is my farewell sale. Every single item I ever chose for this store, I chose with one woman in mind—the real one, not the one on the hanger. That never changed.

Everything must go, at the lowest prices I have ever offered.

Find something that makes you pause. Trust that feeling. I built this place around it.

With love,
Greta