As I am walking down the hall to the bathroom. I can't help but stop and admire all the pictures of him she has hanging on the wall. He was always a cute kid and I laugh at the memory we had that one time in his room. As I continue to walk down the hall, trailing my finger along the wall I can't help but stop in a doorway, as I begin to smell that oh so familiar smell of fresh citrus and that stubble hint of cologne.