Two weeks ago it was still present. Weak and mysterious, soft, but strong, nearly disappearing, but still there… Like the last drop of your favourite perfume that’s permanently out of the market. I close my eyes and pointlessly try to bring the memory of your new born baby smell back, pull it by the sleeve, just for one last second, last inhale… It’s just gone now and I could totally witness it fading away. You are five months and one day old today. Happy teething my precious little girl! Yours, Burning Mom