Mom moved so fast! She ran down the aisle and found the racks of clothes. She was excited. Her finger moved through shirt after shirt. “Here!”she said.”Try these on!”

    Everying Mom picked was awful. There were flowered shirts and checked shirts. There were flowered pairs of plaid pants and pairs of striped pants. One shirt had sleeves that were too short. One pair of jeans had no pockets. I wasn’t surprised they were half price. Who would wear them?

    My mother was getting tired. ”These clothes look comfortable,” I said. “And they’re my size. I’ll try them on.” I came out wearing my plain, solid-colored T-shirt and baggy pants. ”May I get them?” I asked.

    “Yes. I like those clothes,” my mother said with a smile. “How much do they cost?”

    “Imagine that!” I said. My old clothes are free!”

    “Wow! That’s better than half price,” said Mom.

    “Don’t  tell the salesperson,” I said to my mother. “But my old clothes are better than any of the new clothes here!”

    “You’re right,” Mom said as we walked out the door. “Sometines something old can be better than something new.”