I miss my mother
Often times, when I am walking down the streets... Random songs, places, smells remind me of my mother...
I really have no idea why they remind me of her. They are irrelevant to her, except that I have been to these places, listened to these songs, and maybe smelled these smells when she was alive, and maybe at the time she was on my mind too.
I really have no idea why they remind me of her. They are irrelevant to her, except that I have been to these places, listened to these songs, and maybe smelled these smells when she was alive, and maybe at the time she was on my mind too.