She picks up the sample of hand cream from the shelf. Essence of Self the label reads. “Interesting,” she muses, squeezing a white chocolate chip-shaped dollop into her palm.
Inhaling, she finds herself in her Grandmother’s bathroom. A child again, she watches Grandma squeeze a line of Jergens into her palm. Then smooth it into her hands and arms. Grandma, smiling, looks down at her eager, outstretched hand. “Do you want some?” Grandma asks.
“Yes, please, Grandma.”
Grandma hands her the plastic bottle. “Squeeze lightly, it doesn’t take much.”
“Ok, Grandma.” She rubs the lotion into her hands, inhaling deeply.
Her chest tightens as she blinks back tears, reaching to place the sample tube back on the shelf.
“What is it, Mom? Can I try?” her daughter asks at her elbow.
Smiling, she hands the tube to her daughter.
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