Saturday, 30 July 2011

The Scent of a Mummy

I will always remember the lingering aroma of my mother - then her perfumes were Rive Gauche or Paris. My parents had and still have a good social life. When I was young, they'd frequently go out in the evening, or at least it felt that way. And I'd long for them to come back as every child does.

 Desperately, I would try to stay awake longing to catch their return. If I fell asleep, I'd jump awake -  and I knew they were back because I could smell her scent hanging in the air of my bedroom. I'd snuggle back in my duvet and smile.

I felt safe again.

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