Week 12

When I think of my childhood, I smell the smells of the buffet line in the lunch room...and the smells come back to my mind, of when my mom would make me a grilled cheese sandwich, and then cut it diagonally in half, pull it apart, and eat half while we talked about whatever came to mind. When I think about all the things about my childhood that is what comes to mind because my mother was the world to me, and I need her still in my life. When I find the people that love me like my mother, I feel safe and sucure.