Equate Nylon Dental Floss, Mint Waxed, 55 Yds

I didn't set out to forgive my parents. But once this floss entered my life, it insisted on more. Halfway through my molars, I felt a familiar resistance—the kind that doesn't come from food, but from decades of “we don't talk about that.” The floss slid in anyway. It didn't rush me. It waited. Unlike my parents, who needed answers immediately. With every careful pull, I thought about long car rides in silence, apologies that never quite landed, and love expressed exclusively through practical advice. Suddenly it made sense. They flossed the way they parented: inconsistently, but with good intentions. By the time I finished, my mouth was clean and my heart was… neutral. I texted my parents “hope you're well” and meant it.