I had a passionate relationship with a young man during a challenging time. He would bring me wildflowers and vegetables from his parents’ garden.
Once, he surprised me with a bag from a good cosmetics store. He called it a gift. I eagerly opened the bag and found a large chunk of clay inside. Locals from quarries used it on their faces and bodies, believing in its healing properties.
Sometimes, nice gifts come unexpectedly, as if fate has decided to intervene.