A scent of Memory
Lena sat by the window, clutching her mother’s old sweater. The soft fabric still carried traces of her perfume, a scent that had once filled their home. It had been a year since cancer took her away, but the grief felt fresh. As she stared at the rain, a sudden gust of wind knocked over a framed photo—her mother’s smile frozen in time. Tears welled up as she whispered, “I miss you.” Just then, her phone buzzed—a message from an old friend, inviting her for coffee. She wiped her tears. Maybe healing wasn’t about moving on but moving forward.