From the past

My mother had kept these beautiful linen sheets for us, her daughters, in a drawer in her bedroom wardrobe. When I opened it I saw a small note in her peculiar pointed handwriting that said: Linen sheets from Nicolas's aunts.

Nicolás was my father and I remember visiting his old aunts, my great-aunts, many years ago, when I was a child, so I guess these sheets must be very old too, but they are in good condition and very well embroidered. I don't even know which side is right.