What's really weird is my mom's clothes smell like her. I mean, her perfume, and so all day it's like m mom has been walking right beside me. Which, you have to admit, a pretty freaky feeling.

Frances ORoark Dowell
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When you are a child, your mother’s scent is very sweet. It smells nice and clean. However, as you grow older, the scent of your mother becomes less appealing to you. It’s not because the scent has changed but because you have grown to dislike it. You have grown to feel that it’s not clean or nice anymore.

Source: Ten Miles Past Normal

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