Hair, the colour of the chocolate that she eats on a friday night.
Her look makes me want to smile, She’s so calm when she is seated in the living room (her zone)
She’s like that.
As I go in to hug her I get the strongest smell of perfume, mixed wiŧh the smell of freshly baked muffins. She loves baking.
She’s like that.
Her touch is as delicate as a snowflake. Delicately she comes in to give me hug.
She’s like that.
She makes me laugh when her laugh comes raging out.
The voice I need to tell me everything is going to be fine is her voice.
She’s like that.
To Mum.
From your truly grateful daughter, Chloe.
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