I miss their hoodies. I used to wear them all the time.
Girl ones and boy ones; Usually grey.
I treated their shirts as if “what’s yours is mine”
I’d wear them around the house because I loved their smell.
When they got too old for snuggles the sleeves of their shirts felt like a hug.
I still wear the boys clothes sometimes. Only the scent of them has faded with time.
I don’t wear her clothes often; she usually takes mine.
It seems silly to me to think that missing something so small feels so big.
I miss their hoodies. I miss them all the time.