BBQ Chicken

I walked into our kitchen at work just now and someone was reheating BBQ chicken. The smell instantly him me and made me tear up. It smelled like Dad. Dad grilling at the lake. I broke down. I guess this will continue throughout my life. Funny how a smell can trigger such a strong emotion from a memory. 

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