The Little Things

Last week one of my cousins died. I couldn't attend his funeral and didn't feel good about that.

And today, while eating dinner at the kitchen table, I noticed the pink lip balm sitting on the table. I'm a lip balm addict. Since they come in little colourful jars I have one sitting in every corner of the house and at work.
And then I remembered this pink jar was the last present Markus had for us girls from the family. He didn't have much money, but always a little something for us when he visited.
And I noticed the writing on the jar for the first time. It says: "What touches your skin becomes a part of you". I almost cried. Some things touch your skin, some people your heart.

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