I miss hearing your voice. You comforted me, and you were kind, and somehow, despite my issue with my designing things, you even loved me! You even gave birth to our daughter.
Somehow you weren't bothered by me waking in the middle of the night and drawing for hours. No, I know you were bothered, but never tried to chastise me for something I couldn't control. Instead, when I did, you would sing to me. Whenever you did, you actually helped me to sleep. Your lullaby gave me the best sleep I've ever had. Sometimes I still smell your shampoo in places shampoo has no place being, and that triggers these happy memories. The smell of strawberries will be my favorite until I die, I know.