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Trésor

She kept it on top of a glass shelf, above the cream colored marble washbasin, there it was the little bottle of that pinkish elixir that I loved so much, my mother’s signature scent. If there’s something about my childhood that I remember clear as water is her getting ready and me smelling her perfume as soon as I walked in her bedroom. If I had to picture the perfume standing on the shelf, as I’m doing while writing these words, I can picture myself contemplating the bottle along with her other perfumes, mesmerized and it makes me think of that scene from the movie “The parent trap” where Hallie is contemplating her mom’s dressing table while “here comes the sun” by The Beatles plays in the background, as she moves her finger through all those bottles and pearls. It’s just an ordinary perfume but to me it means a lot. Whenever I smelled it I could feel peace ruling my body, because that scent meant that my mom was there and she could hold me tight and warm. I’m pretty sure that perfume has been in that shelf standing straight as a statue for ages and ages now, it’s like that small glass bottle was never-ending and bottomless. All throughout my childhood and adolescence when I thought of my mom I remembered her scent caged in that clear diamond shape bottle, and trust me I still do, that’s why I’m putting my love for that perfume into words. My mother had other scents, but the one that would make my eyes water now if I smelled it, its Lancôme’s Trésor, not because the scent itself makes me sad, but it reminds me of her, please don’t think in tragedies, my mom is still in this world it’s just she’s not here with me and it doesn’t feel nice. Many times when I was little I’d wonder if I could borrow her scent so I could smell as magnificent as her. The truth is I never asked her if I could, there was something intimidating about that perfume, that made me think that it was a forbidden scent, because it could only belong to her.

Anyways, I’ll end this saying the following, when the darkness of the sky embraces me at night and when I feel floating in an empty lonely room, all I have to do is remember my mom and her Trésor.