A certain smell could trigger memories from childhood, usually clean bathroom scents. I would then remember taking relaxing afternoon baths. Everyone else in the house would be taking afternoon siesta and a quite solitude engulfs me. At times the clicking of mahjong tiles could be heard from the bathroom. I miss my Lola. She was always there for me. She reared me and made me feel special and cherished. I could honestly say that I truly love her. She accepts me for myself. Flaws and all.
To Lola, I could give her smiles and hugs and she would not turn me away. No matter how busy, she has time enough for me. Sometimes, too much time to apply the switch to my rear end.
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