taste.

name a memory evoked by one of the five senses (taste, touch, sight, hearing, smell)

taste.


my parents come home. mom sweeps me into a hug and kisses my hair. she smells different, all the scents from the airport and the airplanes and the travels seeping into her clothes. i struggle out of her grasp. dad rummages through the luggage and hands me the souvenirs from their trip. there's a variety of colourful trinkets but only one thing catches my eye- a bag filled with sweets of every flavour imaginable. i grab the first one i see and pop it into my mouth. the sweetness attacks my tongue and without warning, it turns bitter. hurrying to the kitchen, i spit the offending sweet out.


that was when i was seven. i still hate passionfruit.