I was in the garden, kneeling against the floor as I watered the hibiscus, a smile making its way to my lips as I hummed. My mother’s favorite flowers was hibiscus, I remember my father getting her lots of it whenever he could and now, watering the same flowers only brought me nothing but joy. I tucked a strand of hair that fell to my forehead behind my ear, wiping my face with my other hand, leaning back lightly to admire the work I just did.I paused, scrunching my nose as I got a whiff of the most enticing smell ever, the smell of a long lost cabin in the woods, freshly baked cookies sitting on the window, spring flowers covering every corner of the cabin that’s filled with seasonal vines. The smell of home. I stood up as the scent got thicker with the air, like it was calling out for me and only me. I could feel the taste on my tongue. The smell wasn’t from the garden, I knew that. I looked around, trying to see who or what had such smell, one that made my legs weaken and heart
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