ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴇʀ

"I miss you, mother. I almost forget how you look like, and it saddens me every time i try to depict your portrait on paper. I remember how you always smelled like vanilla. I can remember your voice always so sweet to me. But I can't remember your face. I'm afraid of the day I