We never miss the water until the wells run dry.
Not a day passes that I don’t think about you.
The sound of your voice piercing through the walls as you’d shout, “Sisi!”
And I’d run to you in panic but you’d give me a reassuring smile that I was not in trouble.
The calming smell of your garments as I’d lay on your chest for comfort.
Your teachings, your encouragement, your advice, your wisdom and love in its purest and most perfect form.
You may be gone but your spirit lives on.
You may be gone but you remain tattooed in my heart for life.