Seeking warmth

As I always do with fresh clothes from the dryer, I snuggled it closer to my chest, absorbing its warmth. And when I did, I smelled a scent I can only describe as my mother. Despite using the same detergent and fabric softener for all household members, her scent was unique. It reminds me of being a little girl and wanting to wear her clothes no matter how much larger. And it reminds me of yesterday when Abby curled up behind me in bed for a few minutes and remarked that my hair smelled nice. I dismissed any sentiment by stating, nonplussed, that we share the same shampoo. And besides, I added, I hadn't washed my hair in a few days. I wish yesterday - and vow today - that I will remember my own feelings of nostalgia and warmth the next time I interact with Abby, to not dismiss her when she seeks her own warmth.