was her favorite scent.

it's weird she knows.

but it was a nostalgic smell.

it smelled like her father.

it smelled like her grandmother's house.

she remembers when she was only four.

her whole family would go to her grandmothers every saturday and she and her brother would run around.

playing on the swings, and in the treehouse, she learned how to do the money bars at that house.

she would bounce on the trampoline with her siblings and cousins.

back when she would sit on her father's lap as he would talk to his friends and blow smoke into the air.

back when her parents were together.

it doesn't bother her that her parents aren't together anymore, they don't fight that way.

she doesn't miss when she was four and the yelling ringed in her ear.

but everytime she smells cigarette smoke she can't help but feel empty.

her grandmother doesn't have swings, or a trampoline anymore. and it doesn't have the two big old dogs that she loved so much.

they don't visit every saturday anymore.

there's no more laughter and fun and smoke anymore.

she doesn't miss it but why does she feel like crying everytime she smells the scent of a cigarette.

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