Warm Vanilla Sugar
Warm Vanilla Sugar. It's the one scent I absolutely stand when I smell it. Why, you ask? Well, it's the smell of betrayal and pain. I had a friend from Grand Rapids, MI. She was going through the rebellion but played it off as she was having a strong disagreement. I love making friends and helping people to a fault. Well we met at a convention. I stayed in touch with her. We became close. She eventually needed a place to stay. My mom, who was eager to see me gain a friend, let her stay with us. Welcome Home! She had a car and was willing to help with our family budget. I was happy and showed her around town. We bump heads as imperfect people. She picked me up from school and took me places. I was grateful. She found work at a paralegal office. Well, though the friendship looked perfect from the sidelines and like a well-built house, the foundation was not solid. I found out eventually. It came to the light. She has been not so holy in conduct. She did something wit