Memories of My Mother

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I remember sweetness. The soft scent of sugar and musk as I nuzzled my tiny face into her warm neck.

I remember beauty. Standing on the tips of my toes to peer over the bathroom counter as I watched her reflection, mesmerized as she smeared black eyeliner over large brown eyes.

I remember comfort. The heat emanating from her womanhood as I burrowed into her legs while she cooked and rolled out…