Mila
As soon as we get to the living room, someone knocks on our door. My grandparents share looks and I can hear their thoughts, “They are here”.
Before I know it, I only say “It’s not them, it’s Milo”.
Everyone is looking at me. How do I know that? Grandpa gets the door and Milo is standing there.
“How did you know?” Derrick asks, in a hushed tone.
“Smell. Milo has a unique smell”, I simply tell him.
It’s true. Milo smells like the pine tree forest after a summer rain. It’s cozy, familiar and it makes me feel secure. I like that.
“Really? What do I smell like?” He asks.
I look at him, puzzled by his question.
“Like, football and sweat”, I say, twitching my nose at the smell.
He laughs while everyone else is puzzled.
“Sorry to be here so late. But, I need my Debate notebook. Th
