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06/02/2020
Josefina
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Josefina
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A memory...
It's Saturday morning and I enter my grandparents' house. Ah, the familiar smell of old furniture, dried fruit and flowers. I look into my grandfather's carpentry shop. The hello stays in my throat. Well, he's having a drink there again - Grandpa, you you you! On a freshly painted table... Grandma's trouble is coming soon!
No, I'm not gonna bother him with his glass right away. The smell of fudge attracts me to my grandmother. Of course she makes a cake. For their golden anniversary together! And Grandpa picked the cognac somewhere.
I hope my grandma didn't find the scent I had chosen with my grandfather for so long last week! "She likes the ancient ones, you know, my girl?"
And I am greeted by a grandmother who smells of sugar and a bit of church: "Do you want to lick caramel, my little rose?"
I open my eyes. That was a beautiful return to the past... And the smell of wood, varnish and a touch of alcohol accompanies my unwanted getting up.
No, I'm not gonna bother him with his glass right away. The smell of fudge attracts me to my grandmother. Of course she makes a cake. For their golden anniversary together! And Grandpa picked the cognac somewhere.
I hope my grandma didn't find the scent I had chosen with my grandfather for so long last week! "She likes the ancient ones, you know, my girl?"
And I am greeted by a grandmother who smells of sugar and a bit of church: "Do you want to lick caramel, my little rose?"
I open my eyes. That was a beautiful return to the past... And the smell of wood, varnish and a touch of alcohol accompanies my unwanted getting up.
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