The Smell Of Mom

the smell of mom, the smell of summer, the smell of the moment, the smell of clean laundry, the smell of a child's head, the smell of grass...

In the summer breeze, as the sun sets, mom hangs the laundry. She doesn't do it alone, she almost doesn't do anything alone anymore... She holds her child in her arms. Clothes don't hang easily with little ones in her hands, but she knows that when she puts him on the floor, he will either hang on her leg and cry that he wants to go in her arms, or he will quickly pull her clothes on the floor and laugh out loud about it. .
So she takes him by the hand, smells his hair, smiles and takes the offered pinch from him...