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I always felt beautiful in her lab. She was such an amazing woman and I had always wanted to be like her. I always felt so childish in front of her. Of course, I would always be a baby to her but there was this quality about my mother I always wanted to have. It was her gait or her smile or just how she entered a room. It was always followed by a pleasant silence and people in the room just had to look in her direction with a pleasant smile that said ‘now, that’s a beautiful woman’. Anyways, in her lab, I always pretended to be like her and walked around thinking and imagining the creation of a perfume. She always seemed so magical when she worked but today there seemed to be something missing in the room. Or maybe something more. It wasn’t the same. I couldn’t place it. It felt strange. But it looked intended and then I realised what it was. Written on the wall was a message for me ‘Bon anniversaire ma chérie’. Oh! So she knew that I used to enter her IT WAS SPRING and I loved this season. It was all about the beginning of the blossoming. Somehow I always considered spring to be more like a new year than the calendar new year. The calendar new year, to me, was a stressful one with all the obligations while the spring season was one that nobody really had to wish or gift. It was just as if nature was in the mood of being reborn… again. I felt a soft chilly wind blow my scarf caressing the skin on my face. It felt like a soft and tender kiss. It was just this season that made me feel like this. My watch showed almost 5 and it was time to head home. I tidied up my dress and got off the park bench and started walking home. Should I grab a chocolate eclair from the boulangerie or not? It wasn’t a very difficult decision and I smiled and headed to Pierre’s boulangerie. ‘Un éclair au chocolat, s’il te plait?’ And moments later walked out with a big wide smile on my face. Yes, life is beautiful at 18 but with a chocolate eclair, c’est magnifique . As I reached home, it seemed there was nobody at home. Mom would normally be in the basement- cum-perfume lab where she spent most of her day creating perfumes. She was not in her laboratory, which was normal. It was her time for her 5pm walk. And it was the time I allowed myself, without her knowledge, to feel like I was her - a perfumer creating magic. P A R F U M P L U S 7