My sister’s eyes shone as she unpacked the last item from the box of outgrown baby things she had brought to share. “Oh, DeAnn, this was yours!” She held up a small pastel-green snowsuit. It was made from tightly woven nylon. Stretchy ribbed cuffs kept out the snow and cold on the sleeves and legs. Elastic encircled the waist. Sewn inside was a white crepe, quilted lining. A sturdy zipper ran from the collar all the way down to the bottom cuff of the left leg. The small garment was still in good shape, even after being handed down to five more children.
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