My name is Nate.
I’m 15 years old.
And I lost my mom to cancer 🎗️💔.

I miss her every single day.
Some days the ache is quiet.
Some days it feels louder than anything else.

Painting is how I speak 🎨🤍.
So I painted her — her smile, the warmth in her eyes, the love she wrapped around me ❤️.

This portrait isn’t perfect.
The lines are rough.
The brushstrokes are uneven.

But that’s my heart on the canvas —
learning how to live in a world without her 💭.

When I paint her, it feels like she’s still here 🕊️.
Like I can sit with her for a moment longer.
Like love doesn’t really disappear — it just changes form.

I hope she’s proud of me 🌟.
I carry her with me in every color, every stroke, every breath.

I miss you, Mom ❤️.