On Eagles' Wings Blog

It's hard to forget that smell – a smell that haunted my childhood. It's hard to describe the smell, but the only thing that comes close to it is if you combined the smell of vomit and death.

Every weekend when I would wake up, I did not want to open my door. As soon as I would open it my whole room would be filled with that smell. There was no getting away from this smell once it had hit your nostrils. I would step outside and still feel like I was being smothered by it.

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