Smell the flowers
I remember my grandma when she was still alive, she always mentioned that I’ve got my father’s nose. I still remember what was my reply its a pity for dad he don’t have a nose anymore because I got it hahah… In spite of having an unadmirable nose, and sometimes wishing to consult the NJ nose job specialist. I‘m still glad my nose is on my face not pasted on some other place. Me and my nose are stuck together weather for worse or maybe better, through thick and thin. It remains between my eyes and chin that gives my face a regal look . And that I have a great taste on my foods because I can smell the odors of the foods to taste more fully. Lastly, when they put me in my casket tell the one who builds it to make a hole on top so I can smell the flowers.
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