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There is a specific, unspoken geography to every home. The living room is for performance. The kitchen is for chaos and communion. But the master bathroom—specifically, Mom’s bathroom —is the soul’s storage unit.

I held it for thirty seconds. I didn’t feel rage. I felt archeology. Let’s be honest: The mom bathroom is the final resting place of romantic potential.

We don’t throw these things away because we are lazy. We keep them because throwing them away requires admitting that the storyline is over.