I miss her smell. White flowers, tiny green leaves, and sunshine. I miss her touch. Warm, soft, and made of a mother’s love. I miss her smile. Its radiance that filled a room and left others grasping for her attention. I miss her love. Fierce, true, and always on my side. I went to a wedding tonight. Driving home with Jeremiah, I needed my somebody to dissect all the details with…and she wasn’t there. So I started missing her. I started longing for this never-ending play to let me off the stage. I’m tired of this role…motherless-daughter. I’m ready to relinquish my part and step back into a reality that no longer exists.