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My grandmother’s “coarse cotton” pants are really something special. They remind me of her. At the same time, these pants are something mysterious. Every time my family or my uncles go on a trip, she asks for one or a pair of them. However, she always says hat she has none of them. She says she had two and that they were old. The mysterious thing is that we always bring her more. You would see her wearing those cotton pants, however it’s nothing regular. In fact, you rarely see her wearing them. The mysterious pants will keep being the mystery of my grandmother, and we will keep buying those awful pants for her. But if it’s what makes her happy, so be it. Almost each and every time we go on a trip we remember her because we need to bring her the pants. Maybe she was afraid we wouldn’t remember her during our trip, or maybe she really likes those pants. Anyway, we’d look for those pants to bring her one or a pair. In fact, every time we see those kind of pants in a store we say with sarcasm “Doesn’t my grandmother need pants?”. My grandmother is a very nice person, so when she asks for the pants we bring her. We always laugh with her telling her that why she needs more pants if we always bring her new ones. She laughs with us, however she says the same every time… that she “really” doesn’t have any. MY mother always gets “stressed” or angry because of this. She always says with a “fastidious” tone when we’re on vacation or shopping “I need to look for the pants for my mother”. Anyway, I find this pants kind of a joke that keeps my cousins and me united. It also keeps the family union because we all start joking about those pants. My grandmother “defends” herself from the jokes, but she laughs too. Now whenever I see those kinds of pants I remember my grandmother and laugh. Probably no one will ever know what happens with those pants and why she needs them. I have the feeling my mother knows, but she just keeps bringing them to my grandmother to keep her happy. If my grandmother asks for them so we remember her, well… she is right. We do remember her by bringing her pants. Something these pants tell me is how she doesn’t need big things to be happy, but simple things keep my grandmother happy.