I didn’t insist on buying the swifer wet jet because it’s the best mop for our wooden floors, or it was the least expensive. I made sure we had it in our home simply because of that fragrance. you know the familiar fragrance- the one that accompanied us after okinawian heat had boiled the moisture beneath our skins and after the brisk air had thrown itself at us inside of your parents quiet home with its bubbling of the fish tank.

and the swifer wet jet perfuming the air as you mopped the floors your parents paid you to clean.

and it will forever bring me back to those moments resting in our beginning.

that is why it had to be ours.

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