His mother was a marvel when it came to preserving the things that she loved. Just weeks before, she had given Mary some of his old baby clothes that she had managed to guard against the ravages of time and moths. The baby clothes were in such good condition that Mary had thought that his mother had gone out and purchased them new for her grandson. When Mary opened the box, the room filled with the fragrant bouquet of clean “sunshine” that indicated his mother had probably handwashed the clothes in the kitchen sink with Woolite and carefully dried them on the clothesline on a breezy, partially cloudy day so the colors wouldn’t fade under harsh sunlight. Mary had pulled back the tissue paper padding to reveal a stack of neatly folded baby clothes whose colors were as clear and bright as the day his mother had created them.

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