This memory is the happiest one I have. The moment when the joy inside me shined the brightest. Every time I think about it, I can’t help but smile. My mom used to work at my elementary school, and growing up, that was one of the things I was most proud of. It was a spring afternoon, around 3 pm, and I was just leaving school, ready to go home. As I walked past the cafeteria, I caught a glimpse of my mom stepping out of the car, just about to enter the building. The moment I saw her, I yelled, “Ummmmaaaaaaa(Translation: Mommmmmmmm)” and ran toward her with my arms wide open. I remember her biggest smile as she opened her arms to me, walking fast toward me. When I reached her, I smelled her perfume mixed with her own familiar scent, the cozy, calming, and pretty floral fragrance that I always associated with her. The slow breeze, the warm sunlight, the empty field, it was all perfect. It was a perfect day.