100 Words - Cousins

duffel bag

It takes two hands to count my siblings. Two hands and a foot to count my mother’s. I don’t have enough appendages to count my cousins, though there aren’t many whose clothes weren’t handed down to me.

The cousin bags were always an adventure. Clothes and shoes were removed and tried on. Anything that didn’t fit was returned to the bags. Then our own cast-offs were added, and sent to next household.

Having two older brothers and many older male cousins, new clothes were unknown to me. Maybe that’s why I feel so much more comfortable shopping at the Goodwill.