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Her scent wafted in the air again. Its familiarity caught me off guard and I couldn’t help but take a moment to take it in full blast. The scent reminded me of my childhood, unrelated to her at all but instead, it was the smell of home. I’m not sure what caught my senses that linked back to those precious moments, but each time I smell her, I recall back to when I was a mere age of four, still playing with toys and trinkets. Yes, I was carefree, as are all children when they are younger before they learn what reality tastes like. I believe that very reason radiated off a happy transient feel, leaving a smile on my face. My mother still worked full-time as a stockbroker, which was a very patient taxing job and pay fluctuated here and there. However she still managed to provide more than enough provisions to keep us a happy and healthy family with a reasonable income. I could say that I was a bit spoiled as a child, because I had all the toys I needed and then some. My only regret now that I realize is I wish I had a brother or sister to share my joy with during those days. Specifically, I remembered in great detail the emotions my mother felt as she returned home from work only to discover that I had acted out with the babysitter as she was away from work. The babysitter I recall had no interest in looking after me the whole time. She was a young blond girl caught up in her own little world. Of course she provided me with the care that was needed, but she was rather cold and didn’t hold me for very long before she was on her phone again worrying about her boyfriend that she was working over issues with after finding out he was cheating on her prior to her scheduled time to stay with me at the house. At the time I was very angry with the babysitter for ignoring me as much as she did. My mother would have never thought to put herself before me, and seeing that this girl was, it infuriated me to the point where I exhibited temper tantrums and threw toy trucks at her head. I was so very foolish at the time. She really did have a few issues with responsibilities, but she wasn’t a bad person. After confessing up to the way she acted towards me, and how she neglected some of my needs and daily nutrition, my mother relieved her of her job and attempted to hire someone else. Later that evening she sat down and talked with me for a few hours. I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t help but feel so joyful when she directed so much attention to me back then. I smiled at her and nodded, whether or not I understood what she was saying to me or not.
My mother, who was such a caring and dedicated human being, passed away three months after my seventeenth birthday due to disease and lack of taking care of oneself. I tried to aid her the best I could, like the way she treated me, but it was too late. Her fate was set in stone, and there wasn’t any time to turn back the clock. Tears rose to my cheeks every time I thought of her, and how her warm touch felt against my skin. This girl, though, even though she could not compare to the gentleness of my mother, nor could she relate to the feelings I felt, makes me happy because her scent reminds me of the happiest time of my life. Her name is Red, and she is my partner. I met her two years ago.