Jessie's POV
I hummed my favorite song, as I separate my white clothes from the colored ones.
Afterwards, I set aside the bottoms from the top as well.
I looked around and started opening the closets inside the laundry area, trying to look for the detergents.
I'll be doing my laundry. It has been weeks and it has already piled up.
I started opening the cabinets at the top.
Bedsheets, nope.
Blankets, nope.
On the third one, I see some packs of what looks like cigarettes. My brows furrowed as I took out one pack and study it.
Nope, not a cigarette. But I can't help but laugh out loud when I realized what it is.
It definitely is a pack of condoms, the same ones those teenagers she once saw were buying in a convenience store.
And they actually don't have one but more than a dozen of
