Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again. (Willa Sibert Cathe)
Memories, moments we never set free. We never let go. We sometimes mix them up, unwillingly. Like I do now, thinking of when I was a child, back home, it was the holy night and the smell of freshly baked cakes filled all my senses. But wasn’t it the same at Christmas time? The smell of the freshly baked cakes my mother did, is my reality on a night like this; and is only one of the many.
We build memories, with everything that we do. Some are harder realities of unlucky moments, some are quiet times we’d like to bring back. How much do we change through our memories?