"Aubrey? Charlotte's ready to see you."
Charlotte, my psychologist. I needed to see one. At least that's what Grammie said.
So now, I'm in the waiting room.
"Just go in, honey." The receptionist says.
I walk in, and a familiar scent hits me.
Sandalwood.
Jasmine.
Spices.
Charlotte walks in, the scent trailing from her.
It's my mum's perfume.
The End.
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A Tale of a Mother, a Daughter, a Murder, a Funeral and Pikelets.
Teen FictionA funeral, the centre point of the roller coaster that only seems to go down for Aubrey and her family. A tragedy strikes that changes everything, from her Dad's drinking habits to her grandmother's baking. This is Bianca's masterpiece, with differe...
