THE SCENT

"Mummy, mummy."

I remember being only seven years old, wearing my favourite Bubbles night dress. Bubbles was my

favourite power puff girl and because of that, my father had also adopted that as a nickname for me.

"Crystal." My mother sighed, looking down at me from where she was standing by the sink doing the

dishes. "You're supposed to be asleep."

I didn't say anything. I just placed my thumb in my mouth. A habit that I was yet to curb.

"Nightmares?" My mother guessed.

I nodded.

My mother looked a lot like an older version of me. Or at least that's what people told me. I always

thought she was much prettier with her big and long hair which she always found new ways of styling.

Her dark beautiful skin, her round hazel eyes and the beauty spot right above her top lip.

For me, at that age, there were two sure marks of gorgeousness, dimples and beauty marks, two things

I didn't have.

"Well daddy is sleeping." She spoke as she walked over to the pantry and took out a box of