Good story about a Chinese-American girl who, supporting her parents, starts working at a fancy "Holistik" health clinic. And of course shit is fucked. And of course there are human remains in the products they sell.
I remember when she would come home with a new perfume sample she had gotten from a store, how she would dab it on the same place on our bodies. Even though they had so little money, my parents always managed to provide me with not only necessities but even luxuries. It hurts that I am failing them now when they need me.
By the time Margot comes back for me, I am standing outside my parents' room, looking as if I have just left. I want to complain to her about the pungent urine smell; they aren't being changed often enough, and their skin is so dry - are they getting enough water? But I can hardly make demands with the amount of money I owe. As I leave, relief floods my body, followed quickly by shame. Seeing them is always more difficult than I want to admit. I had always assumed love carried itself easily through varies permutations and disintegrations. Now I find myself disassociating them from the people I had known my parents to be.
I can't decide which is worse, coming up against the limitations of their souls or the limitations of my love.
