The house had been torn down. Nothing is left but the old white fence. There used to be privet bushes everywhere. “The smell of privet is the smell of summer for me,” I say to Catherine.”Yes, Mom.” she says, “I know, Your memories are my memories now.

The house had been torn down. Nothing is left but the old white fence. There used to be privet bushes everywhere. “The smell of privet is the smell of summer for me,” I say to Catherine.”Yes, Mom.” she says, “I know, Your memories are my memories now.

– Abigail Thomas –

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