History of the Self: Smell and Memory

3052.765 - 3079.933 Christina Kim

To this day, all I need to do is smell it, and I can conjure myself standing in the hallway of her home again, both of us in our nightgowns, hugging for well over a minute. I can hear the beep of her hearing aid, feel her tiny frame holding mine, and I smell the faint scent of Alvarez Gomez in her perfectly coiffed hair. It's like I'm there, and so is my yaya, in all her fullness.