I put the shopping away and forgot the ice cream in the hallway

Dear Delyara, I remembered it fifteen minutes later, when I walked past the bags again and saw the tub sitting there like a quiet accusation. By then it was soft around the edges, not ruined but close enough to make me feel instantly annoyed with myself. The ridiculous part is how quickly that small mistake turned into something larger in my head. I didn’t just forget ice cream. I became, for a moment, the woman who cannot hold one more thing properly. The woman whose mind is too full for ordinary life. The woman who is always one forgotten detail away from feeling she is quietly failing. I know that sounds extreme over dessert. Still, that’s how these things land when the week has already taken too much out of you. I put it in the freezer, wiped the bag handles, and stood in the kitchen trying not to turn a softened tub into a full personality assessment.