I usually cry when I see those familiar faces I missed months long. This time I didn’t. I saw them from a distance and ran up to them for the homecoming hugs. And right after the thought slipped into my mind, “Hey, this time I’m not crying!” the tears poured out. My Mother’s perfume has a way of doing that. There’s nothing like it, really. And her strong arms enveloped me, making me feel so small and so big at the same time. How much I missed her warmth. I love her so much.