Clothes Shopping
A few years back, I worked at JCPenney
I normally stayed in the stockrooms
But sometimes, they’d have me out on the sales floor
It was summertime
Hot, busy and loud
One day, a woman, maybe in her mid-sixties, approached me
She was shopping alone
Shaky when she spoke, but she was kind
She asked for help finding her bra size
I guided a silky white bra over her shirt
Just so she could feel the fit
And in that moment
I felt something ache inside me
An emptiness in my chest
When she walked away, I cried
Because for a brief second
It felt like I was helping my mother
Like I was the daughter doing something small but intimate
But that’s a version of my life I’ll never know
I won’t get to have those ordinary, beautiful moments
I won’t get to watch my mom grow old
She is frozen in time
And I’m left imagining the things we’ll never do
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