The little thief
I’m having a sit in the lounge room. My eyes are closed but I peep as mum is fussing about with the clothes on the clothes horse. I’m concerned that she’ll trip over the light cord on the little table which she constantly moves to the middle of the room and I constantly move it back - many times a day. Through squinting eyes I see that she takes a face cloth and my bra from the horse, turns to glance at me and then heads straight to her room holding on to her treasure. I’m guessing she’ll hide my bra in her drawer like she has numerous times before.
I wonder why mum's attached to some of my clothes in particular. I don't think she differentiates between my clothes and her clothes anymore - what's mine is hers. That's mostly ok with me.