A couple of weeks ago, I noticed a new fragrance in our offices. A friendly fragrance, if you know what I mean? Pleasant. But I could never figure out where it came from. I asked a few of my colleagues if they had changed their perfume, smelled a few wrists, but it wasn't the fragrance I had picked up in the passages.
Our office cleaning lady walked into my office about a week later - and I picked up the fragrance again. It was her! The perfume reminded me of something or someone. You know the feeling when it's there.... you almost have it, but then it disappears like mist leaving an empty feeling behind.
The fragrance is Rare Pearls from Avon and I immediately ordered it from them. It arrived yesterday and I was really excited about it. But I still couldn't place the memory. It was a good memory, I could feel that much, but what it was I didn't know.
Eager to show it off to Dennis, I opened it in the kitchen and let him smell. "Mmmmm, nice." (I'm on this new 'wish I was more feminine' trip....). Divan then took the bottle from me, smelled it, looked at me again, smelled it again, and then said: "Dis Ouma Helen."
And then I knew, I smelled her. And it WAS a good memory. I miss you Mom.
