I thought about the day my mom found those bags, how she ran her hands over them and couldn’t stop smiling all day. How sometimes, in the late afternoons, after she’d spent the entire day on her knees, scrubbing floor after floor after floor, she’d get the shopping bags out and just look at them. She didn’t think I saw her. But I did. Things must be really bad for my mom to want to give all that up.
