Unwired like a child of the rich. (Every now and again, I’ll catch a hint of a smell...)

Every now and again, I’ll catch a hint of a smell of something; tonight it’s wet eucalyptus, that reminds me of home.

And then I feel stupid for constantly covering my accent.
Then I’ll say something to someone and they’ll ask me to say “shrimp on the barbie” or “crikee.”

And I go back to talking like everybody else.
And nobody says anything.