Douglas was my cousin. I first met him when he came to stay with my family for a1 , because his parents were going to teach in Africa. He and his family lived all the way on the other side of the country, so we had never had a chance to visit.2 , when we arrived at the airport，it was not hard to find which person was my3 . He was the one standing all alone, looking around for someone to4 him. He looked a little scared to meet us, but started to smile shyly after my mom hugged (拥抱) him.
When we got back home and Douglas5 putting his things away, I could not believe it. All of his clothes were the same, all white shirts and dark blue shorts. He6 had a dark blue jacket with a tie!
"How can you7 only one kind of clothes？" I asked him.
"That's the way my school has8 been，" he said "We have to wear uniforms. "
"I would hate having to wear the same thing every day，" I said.
"I don't9 ," Douglas said. "It10 time. I don't have to think about what I am going to wear. "
"Well, we don't wear uniforms at our11 . You're going to look pretty12 if you come to school in a jacket and tie. "
Douglas looked worried. Suddenly, I felt bad I had not meant to13 his feelings. After all, it was not easy to come all this way to live with some14 family for a year. Then and there I decided that I was going to15 my cousin and try to make this as good a year as possible for him.
