Childhood memory: being half asleep snuggled warmly in my bed.
My mother coming into my room to check on me after being out for the evening with my father.
She gently brushes the hair off my forehead as she leans down to kiss me.
I hear her plastic bangle bracelets click together as she moves and I get a hint of her Chanel No. 5 as I drifted off to sleep.
The scent of Chanel No. 5 instantly makes me six years old again.