I had just come home from the grocery store on a quiet Saturday morning in my cramped city apartment.
The sun was filtering through the kitchen window when I finally opened the fresh pack of toilet paper I’d just bought.
That’s when I noticed the little green balls nestled between the sheets.
They were odd, out of place, and immediately made me pause.
Why were they there?
The surprise felt off, like something was slipping under the surface of an everyday errand, something unresolved.
My life is a careful balancing act.
Managing two jobs and looking after my younger sister leaves little room for surprises.
Everything I own reflects the careful budgeting and control I try to maintain.
A little green ball in something as bland and essential as toilet paper poked a hole in that control.
