˚⟡˖Echoes of a Wandering Mind ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Today at the grocery store, I heard a song I hadn’t thought about in years. One my mom used to play in the kitchen while she cooked. For a moment, it felt like I was back in that kitchen, sitting on the counter with my legs swinging, smelling whatever was simmering on the stove. It’s amazing how small things like a song or a scent can bring back memories so vividly. It made me realize that memories don’t really go away; they just wait until something brings them back.