Journal prompt entry: What do you hear?

The sounds of heels hitting the floor echoes through out the halls in the building. The memories of my mother through the eyes of my childhood flash before me. She rushes to get ready for work as I sit on the big comfy couch watching cartoons. The sounds of her high heeled shoes hitting the floor repeat in my head as the smell of her perfume soon follows. My mother was one to drench her self in perfume before leaving the house for work. The aroma was strong yet sweet and I’d sneeze a couple of times but the smell never bothered me. I remember thinking how beautiful my mother is and how I wished to be exactly like her when I grew up. Her long beautiful blonde hair with long puffy bangs, the colorful stylish outfits she’d wear, and the high heels that were always heard. I also start to remember my brother and how he’d always pick on me as I waited on my mom. He’d tease and joke while my mother would always say, “he does it because he loves you”, though at the time I never thought that was true, but now I realize how I do the exact same things to my sister. Every time I hear the sounds of high heels hitting the floor I remember my mother and think of how much I miss and love her.