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# Perfumed Estrangement
**by Jessica Cloud**

It happened at the mall
Like most of my formative experiences 
I was eight - maybe nine - years old
Looking at the captivating perfume bottles in the cosmetics section
The gilded liquids flooded with lights 
Mesmerized me

When I looked up
I saw an old lady
And she was somehow familiar
I tasted sublime terror for the first time
It was my other 
Grandmother

I don’t know 
How I knew who she was
What level of my subconscious mind recognized her 
All I knew was the tension between feeling
Like I knew her 
Like I was part of her
But knowing she did not care about me

I ran to find my mother
Among the nearby sale racks
Who confirmed my confusion
This was my daddy’s mama
That old bitch she said
We’d been estranged from them for as long as I could recall
So I dealt with my anxiety the only way I knew how
I took action

When we got home
I said I want to meet her
My mom said okay
And she arranged that Jackie, her best friend, would take me on a visit
My dad would not come
And so I went to meet my dad’s mom
My grandmother for the first 
Conscious time

I had a new outfit
Pressed khaki pants and a charming mint green striped shirt 
Further adorned with a peach seashell design
It felt like I was going to a job interview
Position: granddaughter
And we arrived at an unfamiliar door 
To a foreign house

I don’t remember much of what
We talked about
But I saw in her eyes a steely determination 
That I shared
On her dressing table 
(She had a real dressing table with a mirror and chair and everything)
Was a bottle of perfume
Shaped like a crown
About half gone
I admired it
And she gave it to me

After the visit, my mom offered an olive branch 
And my dad’s mother
Said there would be no relationship with the children
If it meant interacting with my mom again

So we went about life
And I didn’t feel anything for her
But I thought much about her
Because I didn’t understand how I could feel 
Nothing

I kept the crowned perfume bottle 
For years
And never used a drop
It was some sort of totem
I don’t remember when 
Or why 
I threw it away