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Family Home

Edwina Vochoţ

When she got out in the street, she then realized which door she should have entered. Well-made, smooth, cold and slightly wet, that gate was just next to her. When she entered the hallway, she understood why I’d been telling her that mom was an excellent cook. The burning oil, the strawberry jam, and the heat made it difficult for her to breathe. I knew I’d surprise her. It was her first visit to my place. She really liked the hallway. The smell of doughnuts mixed with the spray chamber made her feel at home. She got into my room. She was not exactly keen on lavender and vanilla, so she turned her nose up at the smell and made herself at home. She was very particular with everything around her. My perfume seemed very appealing to her. It immediately reminded her of her aunt. A sweet and old-smelling scent was spreading freely about the room. I knew for sure that she could no longer feel the smell of the newly-bought furniture. She dashed to the bathroom. She was attracted by the blue patterns on the tiles. You could feel the smell of a clean place and detergent. Just then I took the laundry out of the washing machine. Then I thought she had completely forgotten the doughnuts.

I serve her a tea in the living room. The hot steam gives off a mint aroma. I see her turning her nose again. I can feel a diffuse smell of lavender and vanilla. I get downstairs into the kitchen. Down the stairs I realize father had just put on the heating.

I can sense burning wood and smoke that gives me a nose itching. When I got into the kitchen, mom was cooking. Strawberry jam, fresh soup, carrots from grandma, and grilled chicken. I’ve made it! Adela was really feeling at home.