Ivy walked into her home and saw her mum reading a book in the living room then adjusted her face and composed herself because her mother could always tell when something was bothering her… like she could smell emotions.

She bounded to her mother in a doting and bubbly manner, “Mummy,” she gave her mother a tight hug as she recomposed herself.

“Ivy? Are you alright dear?”

See? Pretty sure she could smell emotions, she thought then held her mum at arm’s ...