As a boy of seven years with little interest, I spent several days alone looking out the window. I saw boys my age to run and jump, but I didnÂ't join them. I never took care of other children and did my best to stay away from them. The only time I got close to kids my age were in school I hated. When the bell rang the school ending the day I was on the first door.
My father died of cancer and my mother and I shared a small apartment. She rarely spoke, and there were moments where I thought she had lost her voice, my mother had very little interest, if She spent most of his time looking in the mirror and the projection of himself with her scent. There were dozens of bottles of perfume stored on his bedroom floor, when she was gone, I like to spray her with perfume. They all felt so wonderful. I looked forward to the day when I my own place filled with many fragrances. When she left the apartment that I quickly ran to her room to sniff her perfume. My mother perfumes became my best friend and they filled all my needs.
I am now an adult and have a well paid job as a chemist in a large company that makes scents. My job is to sniff the scents and the creation of new fragrances. There were over a thousand scents that I personally created, and that my company has made millions because of my talent. My colleagues call me: Â "The NoseÂ" because I'm always busy sniffing hundreds of bottles of perfume each day.
I love my work and never give up, because my working conditions are ideal and I do what I do best —- Smell the perfume.
The smell of perfume is so ingrained in the pores of my body that CanÂ't be deleted. People sitting beside me in public transport to rapidly change their place. A bus driver asked me to leave the bus, he called my smell was as follows: "to kill hima. I was forced to leave my apartment when the landlord told the tenants complained the sweet smell coming from my place.
I now own a house located in a remote area of the state. There is nobody around to complain of bad odors. My house is filled with bottles containing more than five thousand different odors. Each bottle is labeled with a number, eyes closed, I can sniff a bottle and tell you what that number is. I do not have to accept the abuse that I received when using public transport. A limousine driver picks me and carried me to and my work
My mother knew what she did when she was constantly sprayed his love with different flavors. She loved me and didnÂ't know any other way of showing his feelings. She knew that I looked at and enjoy the scents. These wonderful scents that my mother exposed me, propelled me into becoming the world's foremost creator Quality perfumes and a happy man.