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The night before my mother died, something very strange happened. I came back from outside after taking a walk with her. As soon as I entered the yard, she suddenly sniffed and her eyes radiated with surprise: "Did you smell it?" She raised her head and asked me, looking forward to it. I'm at a loss: "What?" There was only a hawthorn tree and a few scattered grasses in the yard. In early spring, the flowers are not blooming, so where does the smell come from? But my mother insisted that she smelled a strange fragrance that was particularly nourishing to the heart and spleen, as if all the seasonal flowers were blooming at the same time. She said that this fragrance made her pain disappear all of a sudden, and her heart had never been so clear. I saw a long-lost smile on her face, and I was happy too, so I lied: "Really, I smell it too. It's so fragrant. I feel like something good is going to happen." "Yes, something good must happen." Mom excitedly held my shoulders. Then, he said something very strange: "It's not in vain that I've been begging for so long, it's finally happened!"