May 30
It's funny how little things remind us of certain people. I have an old pair of tweezers from my former roommate. She put it in a box of stuff she said she didn't need anymore and offered my other roommate and me that we can take what we want from it. Now, every time I use these tweezers I think of my roommate, even years later. She might not even know that I have them because she just took out the box of stuff without checking what we took. She might not even think of me ever. But I think about her probably more often than she would guess.
