Smell: The First

I walk in,

greeted by familiar faces.

A young boy stood by the sink, washing something.

An old woman, sitting next to a younger one, looked at the TV.

The other woman, in her early forties, sitting in front of the desktop, turned her head.

An old man, husband of the old woman, was standing there.

All of them looked to me.

Some had smiles,

while others feigned nonchalance.

And I was welcomed,

by the smell of family.