“Well, I have plenty of everything. My parents are worriers, so help yourself to whatever you need.” She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her closet, which was filled to the brim with lotions and makeup, shampoos, and body wash. Scents of flowers, sugar, and citrus permeated the air as she pointed out her favorite products and why I just had to try them. By the time she was done, the top shelf of my own closet bore more self-care products and spare towels than I’d ever need, and I’d somehow accepted her invitation to lunch.
This tugged at my heart strings. A lil eye watering
