I ran up to J.C. Penney yesterday afternoon to pick up a few things. When I got to the checkout counter I was momentarily surprised because the cashier woman strongly reminded me of my mother.
She certainly didn’t look exactly like her but just very specific things cried out to me: the shape of her mouth, her hands and how she had her fingernails done up in the exact same nail color my mom used, she even smelled slightly of my mother. Must have been a perfume.
Ohh, do you know how hard it was to keep myself from going around that counter and just melting into that woman’s arms? So hard.