As I came to the clearing of the trail, I stopped to notice the only light on was the neighbors.
“Mom must be working night shift again.â€? I whispered to my self. Continuing forward with a big stride I un-tucked my cold hands and reached for the spare key under the welcome mat, to find nothing but a note. As I wondered, what it said, with eagerness I unfolded the note:

Edlean,
Go to Annie’s house, She needs your help. I will not be home until tomorrow morning, please ask Annie to take you home, I do not want you catching a cold again.

Love you,
MeMa

Folding the note up the exact way it was un-folded, admiring each perfect crease. I could still smell the scent of my mothers perfume on it. It was as if anything she touched, or any person she met would carry the scent she wore each day, until it simply faded away. The smell I knew as a young kid and now a young adult, it seems as nothing has changed, when almost everything has.