The Red Hijab

 The red hijab from my closet smells like my economical meal at Mc Donald's mixed with a body mist I sprayed on it long time ago.

It also smells like my giggles after a nsfw joke and the sigh I heaved when I was not able to multiply 3752 × 7 in a jiffy.

It also smells like the time I acted cool after spelling 'rendezvous' accurately when I was 13. 

And I absolutely respect it when it smells tired.

It gives the smell of victory when the eighth grade teacher finally recognized my skills.

it smells weak and

it smells happy too

At times that red piece of cloth is more human than me.