Mommy

I want to hold your hand and go for a walk. I would rub my thumb against your skin and you'd laugh and tell me to stop because it tickled. You had the softest hands and I miss that. I thought it was the Ahava, but all three of us have really soft hands so maybe it was just your hands, and you used Ahava for the smell. They changed the formula a while ago and it's not the same. Close, but not exactly the same.

I miss you. Not just your hands. I miss them too. I miss everything about you. No matter how I say it, it doesn't explain how much I miss you. No matter how well I explain it, you won't come back so I can stop.

I want to lay in bed and for you to braid my hair and rub my back until I fall asleep. I want you.