I miss my mom
I was born in Russia to a low-income family. My dad was an assistant to the chief of police, but he didn't take bribes. My mother was a music teacher. She earned most of her money with her own hands. She made tasty treats and sold them to children at school. This led to her hands becoming damaged. Her skin was cracked and dry. She started using Nivea hand cream. It was her main helper and savior. This cream gave off a pleasant aroma. I loved kissing my mother's hands, and the smell of this cream became familiar to me. It was pleasant. Last year, my mother passed away, and I miss her very much. I remember this aroma to this day. And every time I miss my mother, I pick up this cream, close my eyes, and remember her. An ordinary hand cream that contains 44 years of my mother's life stories. Thank you, Nivea.
