He was hungry, he hadn't had his breakfast yet...
A smell coming from the kitchen attracted him, that smell brought back memories of his mother's cooking in all its details...
The issue was never related to food or its smell and taste, but with that feeling that he returned to, the feeling of the safety of the house and the warmth of his mother...
It seems that a person becomes a prisoner of life's moments at the moment his brain begins to store memories, and only death liberates him from it.
Source: Pixabay.com