Excellent My father contacted me. Are you listening? by Aussie

The smell of cooking potatoes wafted through the house. This was my father's identifying smell from the other side. All my family have passed, all have distinctive smells to let me know they are with me. My mother was a hairdresser, thus the smell of perm solution when she was by my side. Dad would arrive with his potato smell if I was sick or in trouble. I can't wait to meet them on the other side. Recognized

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