Missing you has become a daily ritual now. Almost like my morning cup of tea. I miss your random hugs and your impromptu funny things. I miss running to you when I was down. I miss bitching to you about inconsequential things. I miss you telling me I was beautiful and my eyes were the most beautiful ever. I miss waving off your compliments, thinking you were biased. I miss you telling me I am a good girl and will always be. I miss you calling me your little one. I miss you around me. I miss you ruffling my hair. I miss you bringing me food. I miss you coaxing me to eat that one last bite. I miss you laughing at the way I eat. I miss seeing your face before I go to sleep. I miss picking up the phone and calling you. I miss you telling me to go to sleep. I miss you not believing that I can bake. I miss you calling me. I keep looking at the phone, willing it to ring, knowing it will not. Most of all, I miss your laughter and your chuckling and that disarming smile. I miss fighting with you.
*Hugs*, ma. Be safe.