A Cousin of Mine

I am one of five sisters, and I love them all. We all left home at an early age, and though we’re widely scattered, we keep in touch with letters and phone calls. But we’re not as close as I’d like us to be.

Ten years ago, I retired and moved to a town near where a cousin of mine lives. We had not been close at all, but we started to visit each other for lunch. We soon learned that we never ran out of things to talk about. We have been on many one- to three-day trips all over the state. We think alike on most things, and we both love to read and work puzzles.

My cousin has made my retirement years some of the best in my life. I feel as if I have another sister, and I’m thankful to have her in my life.