It started off as just another regular Monday, which in my house is laundry day. I had a small plastic tub where I was soaking a few whites in a diluted bleach mixture while I dealt with the other laundry. Back and forth to the laundry room — adding softener, setting the timer, swapping out the load in the dryer for another. I went to get the clothes that were soaking, and then it hit me: the ever-so-faint smell of bleach in the air. My brain was suddenly flooded with memories of my grandmothers who, despite living in different countries on opposite sides of the world, loved to use bleach to get the whitest whites possible.

Source: thestar August 30, 2016 10:52 UTC