Q-tip love
Every time I clean my ears, I remember how my mom used to braid my hair and then send me to get the q-tips. I would lie on her lap and let her insert the q-tips into my ears to clean out the gunk, which she would display proudly on the white cotton. I always felt something warm and moist on the cotton making its way into my ear. Normally, I would think 'ew, gross, someone spat in my ear.' However, I knew she wanted to make sure I felt comfortable and I tacitly accepted it. Saliva on a q-tip meant love and now that I have no one to clean my ears out and braid my hair (within the immediate vicinity), I get a little wistful.